Saffy, what the mousie mousin' mouses do you think you're doin'? What are you doin'?
No, seriously, ol' brother of mine, what ARE you doin'? Neighbourhood cats see you doin' stuff like that and we'll be the talk of the town, for sure.
And not in a good way, either.
MOUSES!
Saffy, I asked you, WHAT ARE YOU DOIN'?
MOUSES!
Yeah, yeah, I know you've seen me take a drink of puddle water now and then. Probably more than now and then, for sure. In fact, one might even say that I, Seville the Cat, am a connoisseur when it comes to the water of puddles. THERE'S NO TAP WATER FOR ME!
Okay, so fine, it is usually tap water that I get; but that's not to say my sophisticated palate doesn't appreciate a fine vintage of puddle water, to be sure.
MOUSES!
But the key word there is vintage, my friends. VINTAGE! Vintage, as in...
Well...
Well, vintage as in old. Scratch that, vintage as in aged, to be exact. Like a fine wine, or somethin' like that.
But Saffron, you've never, ever, EVER seen me drinkin' from a puddle that was just newly made. And you've NEVER seen me drinkin' from an artificially made puddle, either. And you've CERTAINLY never seen me drinkin' from a newly made artificial puddle, for sure. Never in all my nine lives have I been caught drinkin' from a puddle Peepers just made waterin' plants like... Like five minutes ago, or somethin' like that.
Five minutes does NOT a vintage make.
FACT.
Yeah, yeah, I KNOW it's been super dry here for ages, and there are no naturally formed puddles to be found. I know all 'bout that. I know the province of Nova Scotia has been dry as a bone for goodness knows how long, but still...
Still...
YOU STILL DON'T DRINK FROM FAKE PUDDLES LIKE THAT.
It's terribly unbecoming for a sophisticated cat.
MOUSES!
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Savin' that for a later post.
MOUSES!
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Remember to mask up, too.