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.