Another year, another Valentine's Day.
Another Valentine's Day spent without a Valentine.
WOE IS ME.
On the other paw, judgin' by some of the stuff I see on television and read on the Internet, not havin' a ladycat to be my Valentine might actually be a good thing.
I mean, without a Valentine, I have no ladycats constantly naggin' at me, wantin' me to do this, and wantin' me to do that. Wantin' me to take 'em here and there and everywhere. And COMPLAININ' if I don't.
Although truth be told, Mason is quite the nag. But Mason is just my sister, so she doesn't count.
At least not in the department of ladycats.
Actually, Mason's not so much a nag as she is a no good for nothin', judgemental...
Hmmm... Perhaps I had best not complete that sentence. After all, this here is a family-friendly blog.
Plus, I really don't wanna get into the details 'bout WHAT Mason was last bein' judgemental, for fear that it might paint me in a... Um... In a not quite so pristine light.
But for the record, I did not do it. No sirree. It was someone else. Someone other than me.
I wonder if Peep #1 could be my Valentine. Different kinda Valentine, for sure. After all, she's not a ladycat, and to be the Valentine of a gorgeous marmalade mancat such as myself, bein' a ladycat is a necessity.
And the peep...
Well the peep is just a peep.
It's really not the same thing.
And anyway, as a Valentine, Peep #1 is a TOTAL FAILURE, for sure. I mean, not even once has she ever given me a box of chocolates. Although technically, that's a good thing, 'cause chocolates can make a kitty very, very sick. Or worse. MOUSES!
But the least she could do would be to buy me a box of treats.
That is if she wanted to be my Valentine.
She could also think 'bout givin' me some flowers.
Well not so much flowers, as nip.
Yeah, if the peep were to be my Valentine, she would need to buy me a great big bouquet of catnip. It wouldn't need to be of the long-stemmed variety. In fact, when it comes to the nip, stems are the trashy bits of the plant. A nip connoisseur such as myself wants nip that's all buds and leaves, if you know what I mean, and none of the trash.
The fact remains...
The peep is just a peep.
Hmmm.... It seems to me that I, Seville the Cat, am destined to once again spend Valentine's Day all alone. All by myself. All by my lonesome. Just me.
Another Valentine's Day all on my own.
Another Valentine's Day with no one but...
(From the family room, Mason's voice can be heard.)
Andy! Give me back my nip mouse. Rushton! Stop sniffing at my tail. Andy! Those are MY treats. Go get your own. Rushton! I was about to curl up in that box. Get out of it right now. Andy!...
On the other paw, a Valentine's Day without a Valentine is definitely THE BEST kinda Valentine's Day for me.
Remember what I said 'bout those ladycats?