Coffee and March

What, pray tell, is there to this beverage you humans constantly and persistently pour into your bodies? What thirst can such a vile smelling drink quench? I see you drinking it all the time and, well, I just can't help myself. It is as though such a scent touches off my muscle reflexes to just get rid of it. You may laugh when you witness the event of my sniffing one of your dark mud colored drinks and then my vain attempts to bury it as I would my unmentionables, but on my boots I cannot comprehend how you humans imbibe such filth.
In other more pressing news, we have officially entered into my favorite month of the year! When else does the very day impel you to move and get going on the projects of your life that you've been putting off for so long? I myself have been putting off far too long my plans to research and compile a comprehensive history of cat life in New Orleans...From our arrival in the bows of French merchant ships from the continent to our imperative to chase away English mice to our intermingling with the fierce and native mountain cats of the hills and swamps to our present condition as companions, alley lurkers, and occasional spiritual guides. When better to start the March of work? And when better for you, dear readers, to march your way here and pick yourself  up a nice book to read?
So bon voyage cruel February, from here we March!