Two nights ago, my brother Seville did not come home. The peep called him and called him and called him but there was no sign of that big ol' marmalade dude. Not a trace. Finally, she had to give up. She told me what a good boy I was coming in even though staying out in the mild - gosh, it was downright balmy - night air must have been tempting. She picked me up and hugged me and kissed me 'til I squirmed and thanked me for being such a good boy. I thanked her lettin' me down eventually 'cause the kisses were getting suffocating.
Well, you can imagine how frantic my peeps were - especially peep #1 'cause she franticifies so easily - when Seville wasn't waiting to get in at the window, yesterday morning. Out she went, calling and calling and calling some more.
Now, you know how my peep does her caterwauling thing, right? Yeah... some people call it choral society practise but I call like I see it. Or in this case, hear it. It's caterwauling! Anyway, I guess all that caterwauling practise has paid off 'cause when peep #1 calls for any of us cats, you can hear her for miles. I'm not exaggerating. Once, peep #2 was on the phone with a friend in Washington DC while the first peep was calling for one of us. The friend, hundreds and hundreds of miles and a whole country away asked, "What's that!" Well, that was my peep caterwauling! See? She can be heard for miles. Yeah, I know... you're thinking the phone helped but really, the phone probably wasn't necessary. She's that loud. And the sound just kind of travels.
You know... now that I think about it... I should get the peep to give a call out to the International Space Station. I'm still lookin' for an astronaut up there to read my blog, you know. Hard to believe as it is, I haven't yet had one. I bet if the peep crawled up onto the roof of my house and called in that space and time travelling voice of hers, those ol' astronauts would hear her. I was watching The Big Bang Theory not that long ago and Howard was up there and thought he could hear his mom's voice from Earth without the phone or whatever it is astronauts use. My peep's voice isn't as irritating as Howard's mom's but I'm sure it's just as loud. Oh and don't worry about the peep bein' up on the roof. It's not scary up there or anything. I go up there all the time.
Anywho... the peep was out there calling for my brother yesterday morning. It wasn't long before my sister Beatrice appeared by her feet. Then, my brother Rushton. Once Mason was there I had to join in, myself. The peep thinks this is kind of cute when we all appear like that and wonders why we don't know our names. We know our names, you ol' peep. We're just coming over to tell you to be quiet. Those of us with sensitive ears are extremely sensitive to the caterwauling.
Once, a few weeks ago, my peep was out there calling for my brother Rushton and who arrives on the scene? Nosey neighbour cat, that's who. There he was, rubbing up against her ankles, trying to ingratiate himself into her good books. I tell you, those two bonded when the peep looked after him for that week back in August. It's disgusting, really.
But what's in a name? You call for a cat, you get a cat. Okay, maybe it's not the right cat. The cat you were calling for. But it's a cat! Just be happy with what you get, peep. That's what I say.
Eventually though, the peep's calling did work. A couple of hours later, Seville arrived. He didn't appear upset or anything. He just sauntered toward the peep and when he got close enough to her he asked, "You were looking for me?" He acted like it was the first time he had heard her calling all morning. Yeah, like that's possible. I'm surprised the neighbours hadn't called the police! Noise pollution or something.
Well, Seville got his punishment, all right. I saw it with my very own eyes and am still cringing at the memory. He got scooped up into that ol' peep's arms and he was kissed all over the top of his head. Then he was cuddled and hugged and kissed some more. Oohhh... oohhhh... the horror! All that kissing. All those peep germs. My poor brother.
After my brother was punished with all the kisses, he was carried inside the house like a baby and given extra yummy food. Of course, we all went in for some, too. It was only fair as when the peep had called for Seville earlier, we had all responded. The peep tried telling us that we had all had our breakfast and that Seville needed his. I explained to the peep, in no uncertain terms, the reality of the situation. I explained to her that if Seville's name was good enough for us earlier, then it should be good enough for her, now. We came when she called for Seville outside, so we should all reap the rewards for answering her call. I'm not sure that she bought the explanation I gave her but she gave us some of the extra yummy food, anyway. I say, if I have to answer to Seville's name on occasion to get the good stuff, I will. After all, I mean... really... what's in a name?
You are a riot! And all those kisses are seen as punishment? purrr....meow!
I happen to agree with you! I come when Mom calls my name or when she calls my sister's name; it doesn't matter to me, I come. However, Mi-Mi is like Seville, she comes when she wants AND she is called a good girl just because she happens to want to come. She's never a bad girl, though, when she doesn't come...she's "independent". Like that's supposed to be a good thing?ReplyDelete
Oh what an awful feeling when a furbaby does not come home. My mommy used to have that probem. It is such a relief when the mom sees their baby.ReplyDelete
Seville has got your Mom wrapped around his little paw! MOL!ReplyDelete
Slobbery MOMMY kisses. Ewwwww. We avoid them at all costs. Unless we ask for them. Or we want noms. Or we want a warm lap. Or we want her to play wand toy. Or...ReplyDelete
We know all about that disappearing stuff. Some of us go off for days and then we get all those dreaded kisses, that is the ones that let her pick us up. Betcha our Peep can yell louder than your.ReplyDelete
Have a great Sunday.
What a relief for your peep that Seville did come back. And we are glad you ALL got some yummies.ReplyDelete
as long as everybody is safe and you all got extra special yummies that's all that matters...hehehe...you are funny Nerissa,xx SpeedyReplyDelete
I am so glad Seville came back home, that is some scary stuff! We all know our names too, but we often ignore our summons!ReplyDelete
We're sure Siville came after all. Now your other kitties are pretty smart to come when the other cat is being called., I say it's worth a tree - or several.ReplyDelete
Wow I so glad I not go outside. Staff kisses on me for no reason. I cannot imagine the hooman germs I would get if I did something like thatReplyDelete
We all come when Mommy whistles! No name calling here...ReplyDelete
Thank COD Seville came home!
We're so glad that Saville came home, even if it took him a while to answer the peep's call.ReplyDelete
we are glad Seville came home safe. we know our names, we just don't let mom know that we knowReplyDelete
Well, that settles it! I am NEVER, EVER going outside! The last thing I want is to be half-kissed to death if I were to decide to stay out and explore all night. I get kissed too much as it is!ReplyDelete
Aahhhh...one more REALLY good reason to NEVER EVER go outside!...I am terrified if Mom gets her face too close to mine...so no face smoochies here!ReplyDelete
I am so glad to know Saville home safely!!!!!
Big hugs and purrs!!!!
Yeah Nerissa!!! You should not need an excuse to get more food!! She called, you came,you get food!! besides Seville had to get all those kisses,heeheeReplyDelete
Glad he is home and OK though :)
Purrs Tillie and Georgia,
Tiger,Treasure,JJ and Julie
that's right Nerissa, you ALL came, you ALL obeyed and you should ALL get more food!ReplyDelete
Whew! We sure are happy that Seville is safe at home!
This is a great story. Not just about the names.... but what happens to kittehs when they go missin.... if they come back. U see, if a kitteh goes missin they risk being schmooched within a whisker of their life when they get home!! Good fur some, but you saw what Nerissa & co think, MOL.ReplyDelete
If you know of a kitteh (or any pet) who went missin but didn't come home, it's a good idea to list them on www.WherePetsAreFound.com & me & me mates will blast the internetz wif their details until they are found.
We usually comes when we is called (when we is outside) but we often ignores her.... :)ReplyDelete
That which we call a rose....and all.ReplyDelete
I am furry glad that Seville finally comed home! I think he'll come when he's called now because really, what self-respecting boy wants all that Human smooching?
Good thing that Seville came back! :-)ReplyDelete
Well! I think Seville knew EXACTLY what he was doing when he disappeared for a day or two...he knew your peep would be frantic and worried and he waited until JUST THE RIGHT TIME to come home.....I think he likes all that smoochie stuff not to mention the extra good yummies he gets when he reappears. He's one smart dude that Seville the Devil!!ReplyDelete
Kitty Hugs, Sammy
Nerissa, you're a hoot!!! Glad your brofur is home :) This calling for cats and them all coming. I do that and if one cat comes in, that's all I need! We are a one cat house, but two cats seem to be in residence a lot of the time!! First come first served!!!!ReplyDelete
I'm glad he came home! And that you ALL got treats for it!ReplyDelete
Your poor peep! We're so happy that Seville returned! NAUGHTY BOY! Worrying your peep like that ... (and I'm up for that "treats all 'round" thing! MOL)ReplyDelete
We're very glad Seville was okay and came home at last. Our mom wouldn't be able to function if we weren't either in the house or in our enclosed townhouse garden, she'd freak. LOL.ReplyDelete
You haven't heard "caterwauling" though, until you've heard our human "sing." She's pretty much tone deaf...at least your human actually *can* sing!
Who said the peep could sing? Yeah... she goes to the 'choral society practice' thingy every week but... I have no evidence that she can actually 'sing.' At least, I've never heard any...Delete
Whoa, cats not coming home is scary stuff for the humans, our mom would totally flip. We're very glad to hear that Seville came back. Btw, we like his name. Please pass on a noselick to him on our behalf.ReplyDelete
Siena & Chilli
so sorry to hear Seville played hookey and scared your peep..ReplyDelete
Well when yummy food calls...just sayin' !!!ReplyDelete
We're glad Seville came home though. Glogirly gets franticfied when she can't find me just in the house!
; ) Katie
Speedy has something for you,come and see!ReplyDelete
Aww, glad he came home! And nice to meet you too :-)ReplyDelete
Katie and Coccolino the mini pig
You kitties know how to get extra yummy treats eh? Don't scare your mama like that again!ReplyDelete
Emma and Buster
I know what he went through. For some reason, Mommie is crazy about kissing me on my nose - over and over again!ReplyDelete
Our mom could't believe you have a sister Beatrice. She thought her name might be Benedict! Our mom is so ignorant and laughs at your names. Isn't she rude?ReplyDelete
Boy, I hope the Royalty thing is enough to swing the whole food dealio my way. I am after all still pretty skinny compared to many ManCats. And frankly I don't think I have to worry yet since my eating is still a novelty to the Human and she seems to be enjoying it. The noms keep coming....though this morning I *was* a little concerned. Tonight's portions seemed ample. Whew!ReplyDelete
My brother Pilot who passed away a little over a month ago was like that. He would go out and stay out for a long time. My mummy would get so upset and frantic. Once they went hunting through the woods to find him and via flashlight they spotted him just sitting by a tree like it was no big deal. He never really seemed to get yelled at for coming home later but I get yelled at all the time for hissing and swatting, it's just not fair.ReplyDelete