Do Cats Love Fast-food? [Part 2]

Arriving back at my apartment, Kissuragi visibly relaxed, allowing her once haughty attitude to simmer down as I placed not one, but two delicious smelling boxes in front of her. In all of its glory, the Ebi Filet-O and her fifteen piece chicken nuggets with a mustard dipping sauce steamed through the cardboard, the aroma intoxicating her satisfied nostrils. Beside her, I laid out a box of French fries and an ice-cold cola, cutely plastered with designs from the most recent anime collaboration that McDonald's was participating in.

Kissuragi licked her salivating lips, watching as I prepared my own burger for consumption.
"Nya~ this scent is enough to make a girl like me quiver with excitement!"

"Okay, phrasing!"
I opened my burger from its wrapper.
"Go ahead and eat, Kissuragi-sama. I hope the mustard sauce is to your liking. I avoided the garlic sauce because garlic is toxic to cats."

"Meow, foolish human! I am no mere cat! I am the yokai, Nekomata! Garlic isn't enough to harm a powerful demon such as myself."
Kissuragi gently opened her Ebi Filet-O box, examining the sandwich like a foreign object.
"This is seafood, human? Nya~ looks strange! Why is there bread?"

"You know I have a name, right? Instead of human or master, you can just call me Mamimi. Aoki Mamimi works too, but so does Mamimi-chan."
I took a large bite of my delicious Double Teriyaki burger, letting the juices and aromatic, sweet sauce dribble down my chin.

The flavors were everything I remembered them to be; two soft beefy patties with a sweet and salty umami sauce, notes of ginger mingling on my tongue with garlic and mirin. Combined with the fluffy bun, lettuce, and cheese, this burger truly was the pinnacle of Japanese fast food.

"Mamimi? I... suppose thats easier than human. Very well, you are now Mamimi!"
Kissuragi proudly proclaimed, puffing out her chest as if she had come up with the name herself.

"I've always been Mamimi."
I mumbled, taking another bite of my burger before eating a few fries.

Kissuragi lifted the Ebi Filet-O from its container, examining it with careful caution. She hesitated between sniffs, finally chomping down to taste her food.

Her eyes lit up with a fierce fiery gaze, her mouth in constant motion as she scarfed down half of her sandwich in just a few gulps.
"This is most excellent, Nya! The delicious, fishy flavors of the shrimp; the creamy tan sauce that coats my tongue with delicate spices! This Makku Donarudo is remarkable!"

"It's pretty tasty, isn't it? Try the French fries next, Kissuragi-sama!"
I encouraged her.

"Ah, the potato product? Interesting, indeed. Very well, I shall indulge in this vegetable if you so desire me to."
Skepticism evident in her voice, Kissuragi took a whopping handful of fries, stuffing them into her mouth with a soft crunch.

Her eyes went as wide as saucers, her hands in constant shoveling motions from hand to mouth.
"Meow! They are fantastic! Truly splendid! The saltiness; the grease! These French fries have transformed an average, plain food into a divine feast! I must have more at once! Even the soggy ones are packed with flavor!"

"Easy there! You'll seriously choke! But, I'm glad you like them, Kissuragi-sama. Here, you can have mine."
I slid my half-empty fry box toward her, watching her gulp them down with haste.

"Nya~ Do not tell me how to eat, Mamimi! I have been eating for centuries! I know how to handle a- ack!"
Kissuragi suddenly stopped shouting, her face turning pale as she coughed. Small, unchewed pieces of potato sprayed from her mouth as she gasped for air.

Calmly, I let out a sympathetic sigh.
"Yep, happens to the best of us. Take a sip of your cola so you don't die, please?"

Kissuragi yanked the plastic lid from the cardboard cup, swinging the drink with gusto as she finally took a long, deep breath.

"You okay?"
I giggled, finishing my burger to watch her regain her composure.

She froze, looking down at her beverage with pure, innocent curiosity. With a slightly hoarse voice, she began to speak,
"Meow... why does this brown drink tingle my tongue? There are tiny bubbles rising to the surface, and the flavor is that of sugar and... mystery?"

"That's just normal cola. It's a pretty standard drink in the twenty-first century. The bubbles are caused by pressurized carbon dioxide, creating the bubbly and tingly sensations. It's very refreshing on a hot, summer day."

"Cola, you say?"
Kissuragi inspected the cup, tapping the outer rim a few times to admire the bubbles.
"I see, so humans have begun to wash down their salty foods with something sweet and refreshing? An interesting concept- bleh!"
Her hands flew over her mouth, clearly embarrassed by the noises that had just escaped.
"Nya! What is the meaning of this- bleh!"

"Haha!"
I began to chuckle, holding back my laughter so as not to embarrass her any further.
"I forgot to mention, those tiny bubbles make you belch. It's okay, we all do it."

"A belch?! That is highly unprofessional! I never belch- bleh!"
Kissuragi's face was now a darker shade of red than her own cup.

"Silence, Mamimi! I must admit, Nya, the Ebi sandwich and the potatoes were... better than I expected. However,"
Kissuragi licked her lips, carefully opening the golden box that contained fifteen perfectly crisp chicken nuggets.
"The poultry has an aroma I've never smelled before. I have a feeling this will be the best one yet!"

"Those chicken nuggets are famous all around the world, Kissuragi-sama. I promise you, they have a flavor completely unique to McDonald's and McDonald's alone. Don't forget to try them with the mustard sauce! It adds a tangy and sweet flavor that enhances the chicken."

Kissuragi picked two nuggets up in her claws, inspecting them before plopping a whole one into her mouth.
"By the gods!"
She exclaimed.
"Meow! This crispy, crunchy batter; the soft, tender, and juicy chicken flavor exploding on my tongue! Mamimi, these are absolutely amazing!"
Kissuragi began her shoveling motions again, completely disregarding the mustard sauce as her fifteen nuggets soon turned into five.

"Wait, Kissuragi-sama! The mustard! The mustard!"
I quickly opened the sauce package, sliding it over to her just in time for her final nugget.

Her hand flew toward the sauce, coating the final nugget in a golden brown, glistening sheen.

"Safe!"
I shouted.

Kissuragi, as expected, shoved the final chicken nugget into her mouth, her eyes closing in a blissful expression. She chewed slowly, savoring each and every flavor as she swallowed.
"Mamimi. I am truly grateful for having been summoned here. The twenty-first century will forever go down in history as my favorite century for cuisine. I could not choose a better partner to have by my side for this journey."

"I'm relieved to hear that, Kissuragi-sama, but I still have some questions left unanswered."
I began to wipe down my chabudai table, plopping myself down on the edge of my bed with a soft bounce.

"Very well, Mamimi. Nya, I shall answer truthfully."
Kissuragi stretched her petite limbs, nestling herself onto my bed as if she owned the place. Before she could find a comfortable position, her ears perked up.

She reached down under my blanket, pulling out the one thing I had kept secret from even my own family my entire life. There, in Kissuragi's hand, was a lewd, boys' love hentai doujin; the cover displaying two of my favorite male characters in an intimate position.

"What is this? Meow~"
Kissuragi began to open the book, leaving me no time to defend my honor as the pages flipped to... I'm sure you can guess.

"No! Kissuragi-sama, avert your eyes at once!"
I snatched the book from her hands, noticing the shocked, blushing expression masking her face.
"You saw, didn't you?!"

"N-Nya~ I... feel a bit warm."
Kissuragi's eyes began to spin, and I could practically see the steam emitting from her head as she flopped backward.
"Meow... I did not know boys could... be so flexible."

"No! Don't say it like that! Kissuragi-sama, I'm sorry! I truly am going to hell!"
I covered my own face in my hands, feeling my cheeks begin to flush a deeper, darker shade of red.

"Is this the art of the twenty-first century? Nya... so... unsightly."
Kissuragi sounded flustered, despite her disinterest in the topic.
"How long have you been so depraved, Mamimi? How long have you been sucked into the temptation of lust through these... these... ah..."
She failed to finish her sentence.

"It's not what you think! It's called yaoi! It's... about boy-on-boy romance! I'm not even interested in the... other stuff that happens! Look, I'm still pure!"
I sifted under my bed, pulling out a stack of yuri doujins.
"This one is girl-on-girl! But if you actually read it, they're....wholesome and... cute?"

"G-Girl-on-girl?! Mamimi! I can't take any more! Girls doing such... naughty things to each other! It's improper and unladylike!"

"Unladylike?! That's your biggest concern?! Just kill me now! Kill me, Kissuragi-sama! I don't deserve to be living!"
I, once again, buried my face in my palms.

"Nya. Who else will give me such tasty food? Even if you're a lustful woman, Mamimi, I still require sustenance."

That's Kissuragi-sama for you. Food and head pats truly are the only things on her mind. Maybe she will forget about all of this if I just start petting her.

Positioning myself behind her, I began to rub her ears. Her normal purr from earlier wasn't present; instead she was trembling. Sensing something was wrong, I attempted to scratch deeper in hopes that my pets would soothe her.
"Is something wrong, Kissuragi-sama?"

"N-Nya... Please, don't touch me any lower! I still have my dignity!"
Her voice quivered as she suppressed a purr.

"What the hell?! I'm not trying to seduce you like a yuri manga!"

Our journey to Osaka, day one, was now complete.