Hoarse

I was refilling my mug so I could make tea. I had a sore throat and tulsi tea is the only thing that helps. Austin was patiently waiting for me so he could rinse off his teeth. I was done, then saw, no, I didn’t quite get my mug filled. So I push him aside and put my mug back under the faucet.
Me: Sorry, I’m just so hoarse. Or frog. Or kitty cat.
Austin: Sounds like a$$ to me.
Me, swatting him: No, my a$$ is right here.