You've heard of the princess and the pea, right?
Well...
Well, that would be me.
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Okay, so maybe not me. For starters, I'd be a prince rather than a princess...
...if I weren't already a King.
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And it wasn't actually a pea.
NO, it wasn't PEE, either.
What kinda cat do you think I am?
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It was ACTUALLY a piece of my kibble.
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And I believe I already mentioned how it wasn't me.
It was ACTUALLY, the peep!
And no, she's not a princess, either.
I don't think.
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Perhaps I should start from the beginnin'. Peepers was out and about doin' shoppin' and errands and stuff, when all of a sudden...
All of a sudden...
All of a sudden, one of her boots became awfully uncomfortable to wear.
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Yup, that's right. That ol' boot was so uncomfortable, Peepers was tempted to sit down in the middle of the grocery store aisle and take off the questionable boot, and...
And then she thought, no, she didn't wanna hear over the loudspeaker, "CLEANUP IN AISLE THREE!"
Heeheeheehee...
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So instead, Peepers hobbled around in the grocery store for a bit, gatherin' up the stuff she was gatherin', paid for it all, and then went outside.
Where she sat down in the parkin' lot, and...
Nah, hearin' CLEANUP IN THE PARKIN' LOT! would be 'bout as bad as that ol' aisle three.
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So instead, Peepers hobbled out to the car, sat down inside it, and drove right back home. But before bringin' the groceries into the house, the first thing she did was take off that offendin' ol' boot; and lo and behold...
Lo and behold...
Lo and behold, when turned upside down, out dropped a piece of cats' kibble. Apparently, it had been wedged between her foot and the sole of the boot and that's why said boot had been so darned uncomfortable.
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Now where that piece of kibble came from, no one actually knows. No one at all. No one I know of knows anythin' about it!
'CAUSE THAT'S MY STORY AND I'M STICKIN' TO IT.
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