You probably remember...
If you're good at rememberin' things...
How I told you 'bout the annexation of part of the peep's garden, for the expansion of my catnip plantation, earlier this year.
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Well, the thing is...
I know, I know... I know what you're thinkin'. You're thinkin' Peepers has gone and done the unthinkable and dug up my nip plants, for sure.
But thankfully, if that's what you're thinkin'...
You would be wrong.
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So anyway...
So anyway, Saffy and I were out in the garden yesterday, with Peep #1. Peepers was busyin' herself, plantin' stupid flowers and whatnot, whilst I supervised. Then all of a sudden...
All of a sudden...
All of a sudden, Saffy wandered off and started goin' all kinda weird and definitely wild.
I'm tellin' you, my pals, that cat was goin' bonkers, for sure.
Of course, when I realised he was over by my nip plantation expansion annexation, I started goin' a bit bonkers, myself. Had Peepers killed my nip babies with kindness? Had I killed 'em with neglect?
'Cause truth be told, I had sorta forgotten 'bout that new bed of catnip plants I was growin' out there.
Had somethin' or other - or someone - come along and dug 'em all up?
Had...
Had...
HAD THE WEASEL SYNDICATE STARTED AN ILLEGAL HARVESTATION AND DESCIMATED THE BED?
My mind was runnin' in circles. Runnin' in circles like a cat chasin' his tail.
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I know... I know... I know what you're thinkin'. You're thinkin', "I wish Seville would get to the point and stop keepin' us in all this horrible suspense."
Well, I'm gettin' there.
Keep your tails on, my friends.
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So off I went to check out the nip plants, my heart full of fear, panic, and dread.
AND THAT'S WHEN I DISCOVERED the real reason Saffy was behavin' like a cat...
Well...
Well, like a cat nipped as nipped as a cat can possibly get.
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That's right, my dear friends. That's right! Saffy wasn't behavin' wildly 'cause he was upset or anythin' like that. He was gettin' all wild 'cause all that nip had really gone to his head!
My newly annexed expansion to my nip plantation is an absolute TOTAL success. The ENTIRE BED is filled to the brim with nip plants, spreadin' like butter on hot bread. The soil is almost invisible, my friends. INVISIBLE, to be sure! This year's crop is gonna be the best harvest this cat has seen in all his nine lives, yet.
And there'll be none of those pesky chamomile or borage or calendula plants the peep grew in there last year, my friends. Nothin' but nip plants in my new sixteen square foot bed. It's gonna be the bestest in the westest - actually, north-easted - most glorious garden any peep or cat could possibly get.
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And don't tell anyone, but I'm thinkin' of expandin' my plantation once more. I see the peep has a raised bed next to mine, filled with stupid poppies and stuff, and I'm thinkin'...
I'm thinkin'...
I'm thinkin', a few nip seeds strategically planted in that bed, this fall, and I can annex that one, as well.
I'M EXPANDIN' MY EMPIRE, for sure.
As ONLY A CAT, with previously negotiated cat-peep property rights, can legally and ethically do.
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