Wednesday, 21 March 2018

the mysterious mess

What?  What?  What's THIS, now?

Hmmm...

MOUSES!

Hey Peepers!  You go out and adopt a horse or somethin'?

MOUSES!

I, Seville the Cat, am gonna have to get to the bottom of this.

MOUSES!

So there I was, takin' my daily constitutional, which, by the way, has nothin' to do with either constitutions, or the law, except for the fact that I, Seville the Cat, am kinda like the law around here, when...

Uh...

Oh-oh, I appear to have lost my train of thought, which, by the way, has nothin' to do with actual trains, except for the fact that I do love trains of all sorts; especially trains that go to neat and excitin' places.  Like if a small train were to be set up to go 'round and 'round my yard, and...

Um...

Oh-oh, my mind appears to have wandered off, goin' in a direction different to what I was originally talkin' about, which, by the way, has nothin' to do with actual wanderin', except for the fact that...

OH YEAH!  Now I remember.  I was wanderin' about my garden this mornin', checkin' out this and that - as I usually do  when...

When all of a sudden, I found this big ol' mess, all over my driveway.

MOUSES!

Now it seemed to me, that the mess I found, might very well have been left by a horse, which - OF COURSE - was why I was askin' ol' Peepers if she had gone out and adopted one.  The thought of the peep havin' adopted a horse concerned me greatly, 'cause truth be told, sharin' a litter box with a horse is NOT somethin' a kitty like me is willin' to do.

MOUSES!

Bad enough I have to sometimes share with my brothers.

MOUSES!

So anyway...

So anyway, there I was walkin' about my garden, when I found that there big 'ol mess.

Pardon me?  What?  What's that you're askin'?  What is it you're needin' to know?

OH NO...  No, no, no, no no...  There were no horse poopies on the driveway, although I can totally see why you might have come to that conclusion.  But no, the mess I found, was a totally different kinda mess.  It was a less mucky, less stinky, and much more untidy kinda mess.

Okay, I won't keep you in suspense any longer.

What I found was...

What I found, was hay.  Yup, hay.  There were bits and pieces of hay all over the place.  Bits of hay here, and bits of hay there.   There were bits of hay, pretty much everywhere.

Then, if you can believe it, I took a quick peek inside the car, and what did I see?

I saw, MORE HAY.

MOUSES!

That's right, my friends, the car was full of hay.  Can you believe it?  HAY!

Okay, so it was more like the remnants of hay, and not actually filled up to the roof.  But seriously, there was hay all over.  All over the back seat and the floor, THERE WAS HAY.

And THAT, my friends, is why I was askin' the peep if she had gone out and adopted a horse, 'cause you know...  Horses have been known to like hay.

But anyway...

But anyway, when I asked the peep 'bout the hay bein' all over the place, she just flung her hands up in the air and said, "Who knew four little bales of hay could make such a mess?"

MOUSES!

Now unfortunately, Peep #1's so-called answer has left me with even MORE unanswered questions, like...

Like, Why the mouses do you NEED hay?

And, Why the mouses are you bringin' HOME hay?

Not to mention, What the mouses were you thinkin', puttin' hay in the car, in the FIRST place?

And we absolutely mustn't forget the question of ALL questions:  PEEPERS, HAVE YOU GONE UTTERLY BONKERS IN YOUR OLD AGE?

Now that last question, I believe I can answer for myself.

Yes.  Yes, Peep #1 clearly has gone utterly bonkers in her old age, although truth be told, she has probably BEEN bonkers, all along.

MOUSES!

As for my other questions, to this day, they remain unanswered.

So...

So I don't know about you, but I'M keepin' an eye out for horses.

You know, just in case.

MOUSES!

28 comments:

  1. Hmmm there is definitely something going on there that sounds kinda of, fishy..em...horsey to us too. We asked the mom bean why a bean would need hay and she said, well, hay is for horses. Watch out Seville!

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    1. Hay IS for horses which is why I'm really, REALLY scared. MOUSES!

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  2. Maybe she Is buying a goat? They eat hay, and I have heard that they eat other things too like tin cans. I hope they don't nibble your bum, Seville. ;)

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    1. A goat, huh? Wait a minute... TIN CANS! Tin cans? Why on Earth would you wanna eat that? MOUSES!

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  3. Well, that's mysterious! Unless she was making some enclosures for feral cats - I think they use hay for that.

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    1. Hmmm... I don't think so. There's just the one possibly feral but most likely abandoned cat around here right now, and she almost never comes to my house. She visits my pals on the next street though. purrs

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    1. A car load of nip? Oh my mouses... I'm droolin' just thinkin' about that. PURRS

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  5. Hmm, all sounds mighty suspicious to me. Maybe, maybe it’s not a pony, it could be rabbits! Mouses! (Not that the peeps is raising mouses, though that could be fun to lend a paw. Mol
    Toodle pips and purrs
    Erin

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    1. Raisin' mouses, you say? Mmmm... I mean, HMMM... purrs

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  6. And we ask "What's up with that?". There's clearly something big goin' on. Best keep your peepers wide open, Sevvy.

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    1. The peep is CLEARLY up to mischief and that, my friends, is for sure. MOUSES!

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  7. I wouldn't be having much cat naps you definitely have to find out what's going on. It could be for the Easter Bunnies. x

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    1. I do. I, Seville the Cat, MUST get to the bottom of this, for sure. MOUSES!

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  8. dood....HAY !!!!!! howz it goin :) sorree we couldna ree zizt that one.....frank lee, we kinda due hope de peeps getted ewe a ponee; think how kewl THAT wood be, knot ta menshunz ya could take him rite two de pet store & get canned good, treetz N toyz !!! ☺☺☺♥♥♥♥

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    1. You mean... Do you think... Are you sayin', a pony might let me ride him to the store to get the treats and food that I, SEVILLE THE CAT, like best? That would be WONDERFUL! MOUSES!

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  9. Hey! What’s with all the hay??? ;)

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    1. I don't know, but I must admit, I'm gettin' kinda scared, for sure. One never knows what goes through peeps' minds. MOUSES!

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  10. HaY! Now that I have your attention..Seville? Stop playing with that hay..Now I forgot what I was going to say. Drat! - Tom

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    1. Hehehehe... Sometimes I forget what I'm talking 'bout, too. purrs

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  11. Huh. We sure hope there's no real horse involved.

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    1. As do I. The vision of a horsey wantin' to share my litter box is... MOUSES!!!

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  12. Sharing a litter box with Sir Farts-a-lot is an outrage! Maybe the hay has something to do with odor control or hiding places?! Either way, it'd be fun to run through and make an even bigger mess!

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    1. It most certainly is! An outrage, that is. It's the outrage of all outrages, for sure. MOUSES!

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  13. Now you have got me wondering! We have got lots of hay here, but we have got lots of horses too. Hay and horses make lots of poop, so watch out!!!

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    1. Oh gosh... Horse poopies. MOUSES! My worst nightmare, for sure.

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  14. If your peep got a horse, it is lible to eat you out of house and home, Severs! Maybe you could send it away to live with Princess Erin's papa's horsie? Mom brought hay home once to keep the weeds from coming up in the garden, but it actually created more weeds the following year!

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    1. Yup. Been there, done that. Hay is full of nasty weed seeds, for sure. The grass that comes up? It has mega roots, for sure. MOUSES!

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