Not my fault.
Nope, it's not my fault at all.
But to hear those darned peeps talk, you'd think it was ALL my fault, for sure.
Peeps do like to make others take the blame for stuff, don't they?
You know, if Peep #1 would just let the hair on her legs grow...
What's that, Peepers? What's that you're sayin'? WHAT? I CAN'T HEAR YOU!
Okay, the peep might have a point there. It might actually be kinda rude of me to be bloggin' about her hairy legs.
WHAT'S THAT PEEPERS? WHAT ARE YOU SAYIN' NOW?
Sorry 'bout that.
What I should have said was, it might actually be kinda rude of me to be bloggin' about the peep's FURLESS legs.
BUT THEIR BEIN' FURLESS, IS THE WHOLE PROBLEM IN THE FIRST PLACE. MOUSES!
Now here's the thing...
On occasion, I have been known to reach out and touch a peep as they're walkin' past. And sometimes, when doin' this, I might have a claw, or two, unsheathed.
And it's not just me! Andy does it too.
Okay, so Andy might have picked up that little habit from watchin' me but anyway...
Anyway, on occasion, I have been known to reach out and touch a peep as they walk past me. My intent is never to scratch 'em or anythin' like that. My intent is never to hurt 'em. Never to draw blood, either. Really and truly, all I'm doin' is sayin' hello.
But due to Peep #1's hairy - I mean, furless - legs, sometimes one of my claws lodges in her skin.
But like I said, IT'S NOT MY FAULT THE PEEP HAS NO PROTECTIVE FUR ON HER LEGS!
For mousin' out loud, if the peep were to grow a goodly crop of fur on her legs, like I have grown on mine, we wouldn't even be havin' this conversation at all. No sirree. I mean, I do the very same thing to my fur-sibs, and you don't hear them complainin'.
Okay, so sometimes, maybe you do. But it's for totally different reasons. Mainly, they just like to complain on account of their bein' ornery and stuff and...
What's that, Peepers?
FOR MOUSIN' OUT LOUD, WOMAN. You didn't want me talkin' about your hairy - I mean, furless - legs. I thought you'd be happy I'd changed the subject, and was now talkin' about my fur-sibs' orneriness.
There's just no pleasing some peeps.