Sweet Frosty Bottle

I waddled down the sidewalk to the little wooden patio beside the corner smoothie cart. Resting on a low deck bench was a chilled glass bottle filled with creamy, pale-yellow banana smoothie, tiny beads of condensation trickling down its rounded side. With an unhurried hum, I braced my cloth feet against the timber slats and leaned my round tummy right against the cold glass. The frosty chill soaked sweetly into my plush belly! I wrapped both soft paws around the base, resting my chin against the bottle while the rich scent of ripe banana drifted through the air. It felt utterly refreshing in the midday warmth.