what the mouses?

"What the mouses?" I cried as my brother Anderson rushed past me, nearly knockin' me over.

"THERE'S NO LITTER BOX IN THERE!" I yelled after him.

Andy stopped in his tracks, spinnin' on his hind paws.  "Why would I care about that? I don't need to go to the bathroom."

"My mistake," I shrugged.  "It's just that when I rush around like you were, it's usually to get to the litter box at the last minute."  I sat back on my haunches, deep in thought.  "Perhaps I should be tellin' you there are no treats in there, either. MOUSES!"

"I wasn't after treats," Anderson scowled. "I needed into your office, is all."

"First of all, Andy, you do not need into MY office.  Not ever.  Not ever as in never. And secondly...  Secondly...  Well nothin' else matters.  Nothin' else important, anyway.  MOUSES!"

I thought for a moment before asking.  "But just out of curiosity, why were you so desperate to get in there?"

"The door opened."

"And?" I asked, expectantly.

"And what?"

"And?  There must have been a better reason than the door openin' for you to be so anxious to get in there.  So anxious you nearly knocked me over."

Anderson looked thoughtful.  "No, that was it.  The door opened and I said to myself, I need in there, NOW.  So I dove in as fast as I could."

"And nearly knocked me right over.  MOUSES!  You know, it's not nice to knock your fur-sibs over as you run past 'em," I informed my brother.

"If it makes you feel any better, Seville, I nearly knocked myself over, too.  I mean, I nearly tripped over my tail.  And my rear legs kinda slipped out from underneath me and..."

"I noticed," I said, flatly.

"You did?"

"The whole world noticed, Andy.  I'm bettin' the six o'clock news will have footage and everythin'."

"It will?"

"Oh yeah, I'm thinkin' they filmed your little faux pas and..."

"THEY DID?"

I let out a big sigh.

"Um Seville, what's a foe paw?"

"It's a faux pas, actually."

"Oh.  Is that some kind of treat or something like that?" my brother asked.

"Depends upon whose watchin'," I smirked, before slammin' my office door shut.

I had made it halfway across the kitchen when I realized, "Oh my mouses!  ANDERSON IS ALONE IN MY OFFICE.  I can't allow that.  Goodness knows what mischief he'll get up to in there.

I raced back to my office door.  Opening it up, Andy came tearing out like a bat out of you-know-where, nearly knocking me over, once again.

"WHAT THE MOUSES?" I cried.  "Why the mouses are you rushin' out of there like that?"

"I needed out of your office, is all," was Anderson's reply.

"And why were you so desperate to get out, so quickly?"

"The door opened."

"And?  And?  AND?"

And Andy had no answer.

On second thought, never mind.  I don't wanna know," and I slammed my office door shut as quickly as I could.  "MOUSES!"