What? What? What's THIS, now?
Hey Peepers! You go out and adopt a horse or somethin'?
I, Seville the Cat, am gonna have to get to the bottom of this.
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...
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...
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.
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.
Bad enough I have to sometimes share with my brothers.
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.
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, 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?"
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.
As for my other questions, to this day, they remain unanswered.
So I don't know about you, but I'M keepin' an eye out for horses.
You know, just in case.