Picture it: My house; yesterday afternoon.
So I walk into the family room, and what do I find? Two sunpuddles on the family room floor.
Oh my mouses, my friends. They were SPECTACULAR. They were the most spectacular sunpuddles, ever. They were HUGE! They were absolute perfection, for sure.
I'm tellin' ya, had they been edible, those sunpuddles would have been as delicious as a cheese pizza with extra nip.
Only problem was...
They were both occupied.
Now what exactly does a kitty like me do, when findin' that the best of the best when it comes to sunpuddles, are both occupied?
Well I could have just run to the peep and told her all about it.
Instead, I stood there with my paws on my hips, and I cried.
Now don't get me wrong. I didn't cry like a baby, or anythin' like that. Cryin' like babies is best left to peeps.
No, I cried as in a GREAT WARRIOR CRY. I cried, "GET THE MOUSES OUT OF MY SUNPUDDLES YOU TWO!"
Unfortunately, that didn't go as planned. Toby, knowin' she is small and lithe and super quick on her paws, just looked at me as if to say, Make me. IF YOU CAN. And Mason just yawned before sayin', "We're having a girls' only sunpuddle afternoon in here, Seville. You'll have to find your sunpuddles elsewhere."
In response, I scrunched up my nose as only I can, and I cried.
Again, it was a cry of the fearless warrior sort, and not that of a baby.
"I SAID GET OUT, AND GET OUT NOW! I'M IN NEED OF THOSE SUNPUDDLES 'CAUSE THERE ARE NO OTHER SUNPUDDLES TO BE HAD!"
Unfortunately, by this time, Mason had rolled over and fallen back asleep. Tobias started washin' a paw.
Well I had had enough and that, my friends, was for sure.
And THAT'S when I really started to cry.
And yeah, yeah. This time, the cry was less like a warrior, and more like a...
Okay, fine. I admit it! I cried like a baby. Like no baby had ever cried. Then I ran right over to the peep.
Now don't get me wrong. Just 'cause I was cryin' like a baby doesn't mean I was BEIN' a cry-baby, at all. No sirree.
'Cause there was method to my madness, you see.
Thing is, I have found that if I give the peep just the right look... The right, pathetic kinda cryin' look... The peep will do her best to make me happy, givin' in to whatever it is that I want.
Unfortunately, this sometimes backfires on me.
I, Seville the Cat, was fully expectin' Peep #1 to kick those two sisters of mine out of what I had decided were MY sunpuddles, and let me have my choice of the two. Or maybe both. I could put a paw in one while simultaneously restin' the tip of my tail in the other. You know, that sorta thing.
But the peep, bein' a peep, had other ideas in mind.
Next thing I knew, I was up in the peep's arms, bein' coddled like an egg in a fine china coddler.
Forget I just said that, 'cause quite frankly, that analogy sounds kinda weird.
So anyway, next thing I knew, I was bein' cuddled and kissed and cooed at. Basically bein' embarrassed to no end. "Let's see if we can find another sunpuddle for you," the peep said.
NEXT thing I knew, I was bein' carried around the house like a baby! Like a baby, I tell you. LIKE A BABY!
Well I squirmed and I wormed, and I wormed and I squirmed. I was doin' my very best to get out of her grasp, when...
When Peep #1 carried me into the sunroom.
And there, my friends, before my very eyes, was the most beautiful thing I had ever before seen. THE ENTIRE SUNROOM FLOOR was one gigantic sunpuddle. IT WAS HUGE! And it was waitin' for little ol' me.
So I said to the peep in the nicest voice I could muster, considerin' how she had embarrassed me with the kisses and all, "Thank you very much, Ol' Peepers. NOW SCRAM! I have some sunpuddling to do! AND CLOSE THE DOOR ON THE WAY OUT!" I remembered to add, for fear that those two sisters of mine might try to hone in on the sunpuddle of all sunpuddles I had now found.
Then I stretched out, and with the warm sun on my whiskers, I settled in for my mid-afternoon nap.
Well, I guess dat makes da whole being carried thing worth it.ReplyDelete
It does. Kinda. I mean... It WAS the mother of all sunpuddles. MOUSES!Delete
Oh I understand, the sunpuddles get occupied here quite often!ReplyDelete
They do? You mean this is a global problem? MOUSES!Delete
Well, maybe next time instead of crying like a warrior or a baby, you should just check the "sun" room. I mean sunroom has the word sun in it for a reason. Plus, you know how sisters can be, good luck getting them to move.ReplyDelete
You do have a point there. Hmmm... But warrior cries are such fun! purrsDelete
All that being carried like a baby and cuddled and stuff was worth it for sure, Sivvers. The WHOLE sunroom floor was a sunpuddle just for you??? MOUSES!ReplyDelete
Yeah. It was GLORIOUS. purrsDelete
I'm glad that worked out in your favor after all!ReplyDelete
Me too! It was a GREAT sunpuddle, for sure. purrsDelete
Well leave it to the peep to know JUST WHAT YOU needed and to make sure you got it. Gotta admit - sometimes they truly "JUST KNOW" !ReplyDelete
Sometimes they do... Sometimes they do. purrsDelete
dood. !!!! whatz that sayin...good thingz come two thoz who wait ore yell at ther peepz !!!! N joy sum oh that sun for uz pleez; even if itz onlee in yur mindz eye ~~~~~~~~ ♥♥☺☺ReplyDelete
They DO say that, don't they? purrsDelete
Anything for some sunshine!ReplyDelete
You got THAT right! purrsDelete
Awww...your peep is good to you :) XOReplyDelete
She does try. At times. purrsDelete
Ooohhh I am so happy for you, my furriend. We haven’t had any sun puddles in days or weeks. Only wet puddles. Enjoy them while you can, even if you have to share sometimes. I would think that maybe, just maybe a nice sun puddle with a friendly warm friends body would be rather warm and precious also! Luvz, PatzyReplyDelete
No sunpuddles at all? But you know... Puddle water of a good vintage is particularly delicious, for sure. purrsDelete
Sometimes it is worth embarrassing yourself and crying like a baby to get the king of all sun puddles. Might be a good idea not to broadcast it though. You don't want others getting the wrong idea about you, do you now.ReplyDelete
Oh my mouses! YOU'RE RIGHT! I don't want everyone else in the house honin' in on my sunroom sunpuddle. MOUSES!Delete
Hip-hip-hooray Seville you got the best sun puddle. Enjoy. Hugs and Purrs.ReplyDelete
I did! I DID! And it was GLORIOUS, for sure. purrsDelete
SISTERS! Because of how we're situated, we don't really get sunpuddles ... we envy you yours. Clearly, Mason and Toby took the smaller sunpuddles in recognition that the biggest one belongs to you :)ReplyDelete
You're giving 'em WAY TOO MUCH credit. I'm pretty sure they didn't know 'bout the giant sunpuddle in the sunroom. They would have been on it like cheese on a nip pizza had they known. MOUSES!Delete
I love what Momma Kat said. I think she may be right!!ReplyDelete
Yeah, it's quite possible she is. PURRSDelete
Seville, it looks like you hit the jackpot, despite your earlier suffurrings. Well done!ReplyDelete
And that's really what matters most, right? Right. PURRSDelete
Seville, sometimes the stars align purrfectly!ReplyDelete
You can say THAT again. purrsDelete
I love stories with happy endings. Of course you had to be kinda tuff with your peep. You didn't want the others to think you enjoyed being carried around like a baby. Peeps just don't get man-cat dignity.ReplyDelete
Exactly. You get it, my friend. You really do. PURRSDelete