Sunday, 28 August 2016

and good riddance!

What about Bob?  What about Andy?

No, better yet, what about that nosey neighbourin' cat from across the street? You know the one.  The one we call, Nosey-Neighbour-Cat, or NNC.  MOUSES!

Kitten steps, Sivvers.  Kitten steps. MOUSES!

So I was paddin' my way downstairs the other mornin', and what did I hear?  I heard, from in the kitchen, Peep #1 sayin' hello to someone other than me.

I stopped in my tracks.  Exactly to whom was she sayin' hello?  I knew for a fact that Rushton and Tess had gone outside through the upstairs bathroom window, a little while earlier, so it couldn't be either of them.  And I had spotted Tobias out on the back deck washin' a paw, moments before, so it couldn't be her, either.  Mason or Anderson?  Not likely.  Those two head out the front door, like clockwork every mornin', rain or shine, so I knew they would both be outside by now, just as I knew the sun had risen.  It couldn't be them, either.  And it certainly wasn't me.  I knew that, for sure, on account of my still bein' on the staircase and not yet in the kitchen, where the peep was talkin'.

So who?  WHO?

Peep #1 tends to use a different voice when speakin' to us cats than when speakin' to other peeps, so it wasn't likely a peep to whom she was sayin' hello.  Nope, couldn't be a peep at all.

Again I thought, who?

If the first peep wasn't greetin' one of us cats, and she wasn't greetin' a peep, was she greetin' a weasel?  Nah, the peep knew better than that.

I closed my eyes and went through the list of possibilities, checking 'em off, one by one.  A mouse? Nope.  A rat?  Nah.  A bird?  Not likely.  A rocky raccoon?  Never!  A leprechaun?  Wrong season. An imp?  An imp...  Hmmm...  No, I didn't think there were any of those about in these here parts.  A squirrel?  Now that was just crazy.  An alien...  AN ALIEN!  Now this, I had to see.

So I tore down the rest of the steps and skidded to a stop as I entered the kitchen and there, before my very eyes, eatin' from one of my dishes was...  Nosey-Neighbour-Cat.  MOUSES!

And if you can believe it, the peep was havin' a conversation with him.  MOUSES!

Of course, it was a somewhat one-sided conversation as NNC was busy chowin' down, but nevertheless...

MOUSES!

I sat there, starin' at Nosey-Neighbour-Cat.

And Nosey-Neighbour-Cat sat there, starin' at the plate of food he was eatin'.

"Don't your own peeps feed you?" I cried.

"Yeah, yeah," he mumbled between bites.  "But I enjoy dining out better than eating at home."

I glanced over at the peep who was still nattering on about something stupid. Stupid as in not about me.

Of course, it really was about me, as it was about NNC, and NNC was eatin' my food from my plate in my kitchen while listening to my peep.

So I fizzed.  Then I hissed.  Then I...

Well that's about when the peep came over and scooped me up into her arms. But I could still see that ol' nosey cat who happens to be a neighbour, so once more, I fizzed.

Then the peep turned around so that I couldn't see Nosey-Neighbour-Cat anymore.  I stopped fizzin' and hissin' but there was no way - NO HOW - that I was gonna do anythin' like purr.

Well at least not for a good thirty seconds!

Okay, so then I purred.  But it was a VERY SUBDUED purr, for sure.

And I was still mad.  And I was still angry.  I was absolutely FURIOUS with the peep.  Imagine her chattin' away with the enemy like that, in my very own kitchen, while that enemy ate my food from my very own plate.  IMAGINE!

Before I knew it, I'd find her cavorting with weasels!  MOUSES!

For a brief moment, I was so consumed with anger and jealousy, I thought I might lash out with my claws.

Should I lash out at that intruder of a cat?  Nope, from the peep's arms, I couldn't reach him.  In fact, while up in Peep #1's arms, the only one I could reach was the peep.  Should I lash out at her?

I had stopped purrin'.  Like I said, it had been pretty subdued to start.

I began to growl.  My paws were itchin' to strike out at anythin' or anyone close, no matter what the cost.

But behaviour like that can be highly self-destructive, at best.  So bein' the extremely wise kitty that I am, I held back.

Then the peep walked with me in her arms, taking me out of the kitchen and into the family room. She sat down on the couch and placed me next to her, and gave me a comb.

The growlin' stopped.  After all, who doesn't like bein' combed?

Then came the purrs.  Soft at first, like before, but I couldn't help myself and soon my purrs were as loud as a lion's roar!

In fact, that Nosey-Neighbour-Cat must have mistaken my purrs for a roarin' lion 'cause the next thing I knew, Peep #1 was was sayin' goodbye to him as he hopped up onto the ledge by the kitchen window, and disappeared outside.

I jumped down from the chesterfield and raced to the window, yellin' out after him, "And good riddance!  And don't you come back!  You...  You.... YOU..."

"Oohhh...  Brekkies already, Peepers? How thoughtful.  You're servin' my fave. Cheers, peeps," and with that, I started to eat.

MOUSES!

28 comments:

  1. MOL Oh Seville, me's sis Lexi woulda lashed out even at mommy ifin somepawdy had been eatin' outta her plate. She woulda cuz she knew mommy would luv her and furgive her anyways. Sorry da neighbor cat got your brekky furst, but glad it all worked out in da end.

    Luv ya'

    Dezi and Raena

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    1. Yeah, that NNC is ALWAYS doin' stuff like that, for sure. MOUSES!

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  2. Well dang, maybe you should be taken out to eat too, just because! MOUSES!

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    1. I should look up some five star restaurants, specializin' in fish. purrs

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  3. You just don't mess with a cat's food ... or his peep!

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  4. We know we would flip out if a strange or neighborhood kitty was eating in our kitchen. Our humans used to feed our neighbor cat, Sparky, on the front porch until he and his human moved away. We were getting less food as he was getting a portion of it. That DID NOT make us happy! Hope your Peep learned her lesson. XOCK, Lily Olivia, Mauricio, Misty May Giulietta, Fiona, Astrid, Lisbeth and Calista Jo

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    1. Unfortunately not. She's still sweet-as-pie to that ol' NNC, for sure. MOUSES!

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  5. How dare that NNC come into your house, eat your food, and flirt with your Peep! Thank goodness your Peep gave you a good brush and your own brekke!
    Luvs
    Marty

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    1. I have to admit, the brushin' WAS super nice. PURRS

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  6. Dear Sivvers! Food dishes are sacrosanct! Such cheek of NNC to eat from your dish, and seemingly with the peep's permission. You need to sit miss peeps down for a wee chat! Might I suggest you give an ultimatum...my way or the highway! But be prepared... It might backfire!

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    1. Backfire? Oohhh... I don't think I like the sound of that. MOUSES!

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  7. What? Your human was entertaining intruders? o_O

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  8. Say what??!!! Peep#1 feedin NNC you very own moms? Why the very idea!

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    1. I know! Of all the nerve. If she isn't careful, I might go over to the neighbours' house and give 'em some purrs. MOUSES!

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  9. You are too funny Seville. I am sure the neighbor's cats wish they lived with you and your siblings because you have it so good.

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    1. Sometimes I think we have the popular house in the neighbourhood and NNC is like a feline Steve Urkel. MOUSES!

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  10. Wow, the nerve of the nosey neighbour cat....and Peep #1 too. We sure don't know how you held back Seville.

    One time our neighbour kitty got lost, then mom bean found her, and brought her inside until her pawrents could come get her. Thankfully the kitty stayed in a closed up room 'cuz we were not happy she was there, at all, at all!

    Have a great week!
    Sasha, Sami, & Saku

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    1. My peep? My peep lets NNC roam through our whole house. MOUSES!

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  11. The indignity! The humiliation!! How could your peep be such a traitor. In my younger days I have been known to chase introoder cats across 3 fields to make sure they don't come back.

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    1. Three fields? Wow. Flynn, you are my hero. purrs

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  12. I gotta tell ya, Sev...I was biting my claws, waiting for you to rip into that NNC. Not that I condone violence, but I know a jury would never convict you. You have every right to be hissed off. You really need to sit your Peep down and talk about lawyering up in case she has any ideas about letting that NNC back into your home every again. Not to mention eat off your plate Sheesh!

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    1. Yup, this could be the makings of a lawsuit, for sure. MOUSES!

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  13. Whoa! I can't believe you had to deal with that! Although, I can't really blame Nosey-Neighbour-Cat. I like to eat out, too. But your Peep shouldn't have talked to him!

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    1. She sure shouldn't have. Peep #1 just made everythin' worse. MOUSES!

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  14. Seriously?? Sivvers??!! NNC needs to learn boundaries as does Peep #1...nuff said

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    1. Oh yeah. Boundaries would be a VERY GOOD THING for that nosy neighbourin' cat to learn, for sure. MOUSES!

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