Testing the Blinkers

I squeezed through the cracked window of the car parked in the driveway and tumbled right onto the cool driver's seat! Iku zo! My kittens already passed their driving tests, so it was finally my turn. I propped both paws against the giant leather steering wheel, pretending to take sharp corners along the coast. Right on the air vent, a round seal clip wobbled as I shifted my weight. With one playful hop, I stomped down on the hazard button. Pika-pika! Warm orange blinkers started pulsing across the dark glass, painting the windshield like a glowing sunset. Sugoi! I leaned back against the headrest, feeling like the coolest driver in Miyakojima.