The young lad shrugged his shoulders. "Cats! They can be so strange, sometimes," he murmured to himself, before heading off home to his mother.
Mason and Andy were in hot pursuit of Seville as he ran down the path as fast as his four paws would carry him. Turning a corner, Seville came to a small clearing.
Seville skidded to a stop, and Mason ran into him, pushing him forward. Moments later, Anderson ran into both Mason and Seville, causing all three to tumble, head over heels, until finally, they all came to rest inches away from their destination.
In unison, the three cats let out a long whistle.
Seville's jaw dropped, for he could barely believe what stood before him: A house made entirely of nip.
Anderson started to drool.
Mason shook her head in disbelief.
"This, here, is where the Weasel Syndicate has set up shop," Seville stated. "This is what they were talkin' about in that Paper Tablet Tabloid, for sure!"
"But why on Earth would the Weasel Syndicate build a house out of catnip?" asked Mason. "Something isn't adding up."
"FOUR!" yelled Andy. "The answer is four."
The other cats turned to stare at him. "What? The answer is always four, isn't it? I'm always hearing people say, 'two plus two equals four'."
"Oh for the love of mouses," and Seville rolled his eyes.
At that moment, a wicked witch... I mean, a WEASEL, wearing a wicked witch's hat and cloak, exited the house made entirely of nip. Seeing the three cats, she smiled the most sinister of smiles. "And what do we have here?" she asked. Grabbing hold of Andy by his mane, she hauled him up onto his paws, and dragged him inside the house. "Now don't you look DELICIOUS," she sneered.
"What the mouses?" cried Seville. He and Mason scrambled to their paws and together, they darted inside the catnip house before the door closed behind Andy and the weaselly wicked witch.
"Stop! STOP!" Andy cried. "Let go of me, you... You... YOU WEASEL!" he yelled.
"You had better do as he says!" cried Seville, giving the witchy weasel a good smacky-paw across the back of her legs. "No one treats my brother like that. NO ONE BUT ME."
Mason grabbed hold of Seville by the tail and tugged, "Sivvers, look. Who are all these..." and she motioned in front of her. "These non-weasels?"
Seville stopped mid smacky-paw - for he was about to introduce the wicked witch to his other front paw - and looked about. "WHAT THE MOUSES?" he gasped.
The house made entirely of nip had but only the one room, and in the center of that room was a small table. Sitting around it were three little pigs, bickering about building supplies. In one corner was a little old lady, rocking back and forth on a rocking chair, and knitting what appeared to be a sweater, all the while complaining about her absentee granddaughter.
"Cluck, cluck, cluck!"
Seville jumped at the sound and turned to find a hen.
"Cluck, cluck, cluck!" the hen cried again, this time more loudly. The witchy weasel reached under the hen and pulled out an egg. Holding it up to the light, it sparkled as if made out of solid gold.
Then came a knock on the door, and from the other side could be heard an evil sounding voice. "Let me in! LET ME IN!" the voice cried.
Everyone sat still, and the house made entirely of catnip became deathly quiet.
"I SAID... LET ME IN! LET ME IN! Or by the hair of my chinny-chin-chin, I'll huff, and I'll puff, and I'll..."
"Oh for mousin' out loud. Hold onto your horses, there," ordered Mason, padding over to the door and flinging it wide open.
"By the hair of my chinny-chin-chin, I'll...
"AH... AH... AH... ACHOO!" and the wolf sneezed a sneeze so violent, it shook the entire niphouse, causing bits of catnip to fall from the ceiling.
"IT'S RAINING NIP!" Andy squealed with delight.
The wolf glared at Mason. "A cat? BUT I'M ALLERGIC TO CATS!" he wailed.
"All this falling catnip is making a mess of my knitting!" the old lady cried.
Andy dashed over to the old lady's side. "Messes are sort of my speciality," he explained. "What you want to do is..."
"What you wanna do," Seville interjected, "is stop makin' stupid ol' sweaters, and start makin' nip toys. They're smaller, and a whole lot faster to knit. And look at all this nip you have here to use!" He grabbed hold of a piece of the wall, held it to his nose, and breathed in deeply. "Gosh darn it," Seville grumbled. "Now I've got the munchies. MOUSES!"
"Hey! HEY! HEY!" cried the wolf, demanding everyone's attention. "Someone called me, asking for an estimate. I'm here to do an estimate for a demolition job!"
"OH WITCHY WEASEL LADY..." Seville called out. "You have any snacks on paw? All this nip has given me the munchies."
"I TOLD you to build your house out of brick," said one of the three pigs to a brother. "Using catnip was bound to attract cats."
"And what's wrong with that?" Mason spun on her hind paws. Nose-to-nose now with the little pig, she demanded, "YOU HAVE A PROBLEM WITH CATS?"
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!" The wicked witchy weasel screamed. "This is NOT how this story goes! This is NOT how the story unfolds!"
Suddenly, Seville woke with a start.
"I'm going up to bed now, Sweetie," and Peep #1 gently kissed Seville on the top of his head. "Are you sleeping down here on the chesterfield, or are you coming upstairs?"
Seville stretched out a paw, then brought it close as if hugging himself, before wrapping it around one ear. Letting out a loud sigh, he fell back to sleep. Mason lay on the floor next to the chesterfield, purring as loudly as only a Mason can purr. Anderson got to his paws and following Peep #1 into the kitchen, hoping there might be a treat or two in the offing.
"Nightie-night everyone," Peep #1 softly whispered, heading upstairs.
And they all lived happily ever after.
Dang, if that wasn't quite the dreamy house!ReplyDelete
If by dreamy you mean utter chaos, THAT IT IS. purrsDelete
A total surprise ending! Who knew Seville has such a vivid nip induced imagination!Delete
Yeah, Peep #1 says I should lay off the nip. NOT. GONNA. HAPPEN. MOUSES! purrsDelete
I'm glad you enjoyed it! I had lots of fun with the writin'. purrsDelete
It's a good thing that the Big Bad Wolf is allergic to cats. It's also a good thing that it was just a dream. ;)ReplyDelete
Yup and yup. You are SUPER right, for sure. purrsDelete
We were totally on board with houses being made of nip, but yes, as you've shown, this could raise lots of, um, issues! :)ReplyDelete
The lesson to be learned here, I do believe, is that if you're gonna build your house out of nip, make sure you have plenty of snacks in the cupboards. MOUSES!Delete
Hi Seville I have just found you again after losing your blog😿 what a wonderful dream I glad I caught up in time.x😻💞🐾🐾🐾ReplyDelete
I was lost? OH NO! This is super serious, for sure. Did your e-mail notifications for the blog stop comin' or somethin'? PURRSDelete
Aww, and I was ready to off my housekeepers cleaning services too! Maybe it will be there when you next go into the woods and you can bring back some nip growing advice for peep #1 ?ReplyDelete
'Cause let me tell you, she can do with ALL THE ADVICE she can get, for sure. MOUSES!Delete
I am not sure if it is good or bad that it was a dream. Good that the weasely witch and the wolf didn't really exist, but bad that neither did the nip house!ReplyDelete
How true! But you know... I'm hopin' that maybe, JUST MAYBE, that nip house is actually real. purrsDelete
I really, really wanted the nip house to not be a dream!ReplyDelete
Great post pal!
Me too, 'cause let me tell you somethin', a nip house is like a DREAM. COME. TRUE. purrsDelete
I was in suspense until the very end! Happy the way things turned out! purrsReplyDelete
I absolutely LOVE hearin' stuff like that! I'm so very pleased to hear you enjoyed the story. PURRS.Delete
I enjoyed it too. I loved it. Well done Seville!! And I would live in that house in an instant. Especially if the wolves are allergic to we cats! The falling catnip might be a problem for guests however what with falling in their tea and fuds. But cat guests MAY rearrange things with great THoE inside.ReplyDelete
What would be wrong with nip fallin' into fuds? If you ask me, nip is the PURRfect seasonin', for sure. PURRS.Delete
Nip house?! Count us in!ReplyDelete
Seville, you're lucky that all your fursibs aren't like Andy ... that goof-ball. Mason always does you a solid :)
Oh my mouses, I can't even begin to imagine livin' with multiple Andys. MOUSES!Delete
What a terrific story!ReplyDelete
I loved it! I want my Mommy to read it to me again before we go to sleep tonight!
Marv, did your mum read you the story again? Did you dream of nip houses and stuff? Dreamin' of nip is the best; don't you think? purrsDelete
That was quite the dream. I like the mix of characters and the nip house-very clever.ReplyDelete
I told Peep #1 'bout my dream and she said I managed to mix up a whole bunch fairy tales, all together. I guess that's what peeps do when they make soup. purrsDelete
So, what you're saying is that there is no real house made of nip? It's all just a dream? Bummer! My cats were getting ready to pack their bags and set off to find it. Or maybe they already have in THEIR dreams!ReplyDelete
Yeah, it turned out to all be a dream. Kinda rotten luck, if you ask me. MOUSES!Delete
What a fun read! I wish my dreams were so fanciful and interesting.ReplyDelete
Beth, if you wanna have interestin' dreams, the way to have 'em is to fall asleep, nipped. purrsDelete
We are wondering if you could come to our house and read us a bedtime story...evfurry night! This was so much fun to read!ReplyDelete
Of course! I'm preparin' the teleportation device as we speak. purrsDelete
I was definitely drawn into the story - but I was afraid the dream was too good to be true. *Sigh* My cat, Peanut Butter, would have loved visiting a catnip house!ReplyDelete
I haven't given up hope yet. My niphouse is out there... Somewhere. I'm SURE of it. purrsDelete
I love the idea of a catnip house. WHAT a story!! Totally brilliant and I was reading until the last second.ReplyDelete
You enjoyed it, Marjorie? YAY!!! I LOVE hearin' stuff like that. I really, really do. PURRS.Delete
Love the story, I think every cat would love a catnip house to visit it sounds hmmmmReplyDelete
And you know somethin'? You'd be right about that. Findin' a niphouse is a cat's dream come true. PURRS.Delete
Nip houses are exciting even if they only last a little while. And wow, who knew wolves (or at least this wolf) was allergic to cats!ReplyDelete
I never knew 'bout that myself, either. Maybe he was actually allergic to Mason's nip perfume? purrsDelete
That was fun! We were drooling as we imagined a house made completely of catnip! What a wonderful dream!ReplyDelete
I'm hopin' and hopin' AND HOPIN' I'll be able to dream 'bout that niphouse again, one day soon. purrsDelete
Wow! I adore this and am actually bookmarking to read again while relaxing in bed with my kitties! I may even read it aloud to them!! Thank you!!ReplyDelete
You do? And my blog post is gettin' bookmarked to be read again? That's like THE BEST COMPLEMENT, ever. PURRS.Delete
What a fun read -- but then your stories always are, Seville.ReplyDelete
Awwww... Shucks. You're makin' me blush. PURRS.Delete
HI! This is my first time on your blog and I really enjoyed it. Your writing and stories are fun to read, I think my kids would love them also.ReplyDelete
I'm so very pleased to meet you Heather! Welcome aboard. And it makes my heart purr knowin' you enjoyed the post. PURRS.Delete
I don't know where to begin but if this story is the reason why Dolly whimpers or wags her tail while sleeping I believe every last word of it. Loved the munchies hahahaha! Sandra and DollyReplyDelete
I bet she was! I bet Dolly was dreamin' sweet dreams, for sure. purrsDelete