Wednesday 2 November 2016

that feeling

You ever get that feelin'? You know the one.  That feelin' that someone is watchin' you.  Maybe even starin' at you. Yeah, that's the one.

Well I get that feelin' all the time.  And when I say all the time, I mean, ALL THE TIME.  Why just a couple days ago, my second nap of the afternoon was totally ruined when I sensed that someone was watchin' me.  Starin' at me.  Woke me right up, right there, and right then. MOUSES!

So I opened my eyes and what did I see?  Peep #1.  Figures.  MOUSES!

Yeah, Peep #1 thinks she's entitled to look at me as much as she likes.  She says she can't help it. She says it's my own fault.  She says it's my own fault for bein' so cute, you see.

Well let me tell you somethin':  I CAN'T HELP BEIN' CUTE!  It just comes to me naturally. MOUSES!

But the night before last, I got Peep #1 back.

Oh yeah.

So the peep was lyin' there, sound asleep, when somethin' got her to wake up.  I'm not quite sure what that somethin' was but it might - MIGHT - have had somethin' to do with a certain noise made by a certain marmalade cat.


So the peep was lyin' there, sound asleep.  Then she woke up.  And when she opened her eyes, what did she see?  She saw me.  MOUSES!

There I was, as good as gold...

And when I say I was as good as gold, I quite literally mean as good as gold, on account of my, firstly, bein' very good and secondly, my orange fur bein' golden orange in colour and uh...  um...

Now where was I?  Oh yeah.


So there I was, starin' at the peep.  Just starin' at her. Starin'!  Like she does to me.  MOUSES!

Well apparently, accordin' to the peep, wakin' up to find me starin' at her is unnerving.


I figure that if a cat can look at a queen, said cat can most certainly look at their peep.

Of course, the jury is still out on whether or not peeps may stare at their cats.

Actually, that's not true.  The jury came back on that one and they decided that it is rude for a peep to stare at a cat without the cat's written permission.  Written.  As in written on paper, and not some stupid rumour or heresay or anythin' else like that.  MOUSES!

And speakin' of stuff that was written...

Way back when, some peep wrote a nursery rhyme statin' that a cat went all the way to London to look at the Queen.  This peep also made mention of mice.  Or a mouse.  One little mouse, I do believe.  One little mouse who was under a chair and since it was the Queen's chair, I'm thinkin' it was actually a throne and...


Only throne we have at my house is the one in the bathroom and it's not so much a throne as it is a...  Well...  You know...  A toilet.

Plus, no mice live under there.  MOUSES!

But that begs the question...

How come peeps get thrones and cats get litter boxes?  I mean, if a cat can scare a wee little mouse sittin' under the Queen's chair, aka throne, aka toilet, SURELY said cat shouldn't have to do his or her business in a plastic litter box.  After all, I...  uh...  um...

Now where was I again?

Oh yeah.

The thing is, no cat should ever be subjected to a peep starin' at him so much that the starin' wakes said cat up from his afternoon nap.  MOUSES!


  1. Dang, naps should not be disturbed, for any reason!

  2. You are exactly right, Seville. That is why at our house the peeps starin' at us is strictly forbidden. On the other paw, we have assigned Lily Olivia the job of starin' at the peeps. One or the other of those peeps will wake up, and there she is just starin' away. MOUSES! If you ever want to borrow her, let us know. XOCK, Lily Olivia, Mauricio, Misty May, Giulietta, Fiona, Astrid, Lisbeth and Calista Jo

  3. You are so right about that, Seville! I'm glad my human never does that... at least she doesn't that I know...

  4. I agree, there is a natural order to these things, and in this Palace NO staring is allowed. Unless of course it is about food, or nip. Hmm every cat deserves to have a throne, maybe we need to redesign litter trays, and or peeps thrones to accommodate us cats and Princesses.

  5. Even worse than staring is that stupid flashy box! I can't tell you HOW many times I've been woken up by that stupid box clicking away. One of these days, I'm going to figure out how to use it and I'll take pictures of Momma sleeping! ~Bear Cat

  6. dood.....ya noe what else iz like freekee ta humanz bee sidez them wakin up ta see ya starin at em......tell everee one ta go sit in front oh like de wall ore a cab a netz ....N JUST STARE AT IT....try knot ta laff...but just sit ther N stare for like several minutez.....if ya haza "growler" in de familee, now wood bee a grate time for them ta gt sum practizz in two !!!!!


  7. I sit on my mum in the morning and stare at her until she wakes up. If she doesn't wake up I yell at her. She stares at me sometimes when I sleep but I pretend I don't know. Sometimes she gives me a little kiss and I wake up and start purring.

  8. You're so very right. No staring allowed.

  9. I must admit I am guilty of this. I stare at all my cats when they are sleeping ( and awake). I have even considered getting a baby monitor so I can peak on the pones that are not in the room with me. :)

  10. Which begs the question WHY??? of course they must be jealous of our gorgeous fur coats. They don't have any kind of coats. Fur coats should be worn only by the animal who owns it naturally. Hmmmm

  11. I'll admit, I often stare at my sleeping cats and I don't have written permission. They haven't complained yet. Unless they just do it behind my back!

  12. no nap interruptions allowed, ought to be a law about that. Maybe I can get my new President to get one going, back to you later on that Sivvers

  13. Oh Seville, there's only one thing wurse than that dude, and that's being stared so it rouses mew from your slumber then the click of the camera button to catapult mew into full wide-a-wakeness like in 0.002 seconds - not good dude! We should start an anti-staring-at-cats-committee like asap! MOL Purrs Basil & Co xox


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