"You were thinking, Seville?"
"Oh shush up, Mason. Yes, was thinkin'. I, Seville the Cat, think on a regular basis. I think 'bout all sorts of stuff, AND I think about said stuff practically every single day."
Mason raised an eyebrow.
"I DO TOO. Don't look at me like that."
"Like what?" Mason asked, pretendin' to be Miss Lady Innocent, and everythin'.
"Like all disbelievin' and stuff. Bottom line is, I think. The question at paw is, do YOU?"
Mason grunted and turned on her tail to leave, but moments later she stopped and spun back around. "If you think so much, Seville, what are you thinking about right now?"
Mason rolled her eyes. "Right, stuff like what?"
"Stuff like stuff," I scowled at my sister. "Just... STUFF."
Without sayin' a word, she gave me her look that said, OH REALLY?
I scowled at Mason some more. "Sometimes I think about YOU, sister dear. 'Bout how annoyin' you can be, questionin' my every move. And 'bout how you think you're the boss around here."
"I don't think that, Seville. I KNOW."
And just when I thought I couldn't possibly screw my face up into more of a scowl than the scowl it was already in, I surprised myself, and scowled at Mason even more.
"So seriously, Seville, what were you thinking about the other day?"
"What? What's that you're goin' on about now?"
"When I came into the room, earlier," Mason sighed, "you were claiming to have been thinking the other day. What were you thinking about?"
I lifted my paw and inspected an extended claw. After blowing off an invisible speck of dirt with a puff of my breath, I answered, "Like I said, just stuff. What don't you understand 'bout the word, stuff, Mason?"
"Seville, fess up. You weren't thinking at all."
I opened my mouth to respond, then closed it again. Then opened it once more. "Was too!" I blurted out. "I was thinkin' about stuff. STUFF THAT HAS NOTHIN' TO DO WITH YOU."
Mason was clearly doubtful. I could tell, you see, on account of both her eyebrows tryin' to reach for the ceilin'. Then my sister sighed a big sigh and said, "IF you were thinking, Seville, I bet you were thinking about catnip."
I twisted my jaw to one side. "Hmm.... I can see how you might think that, Mason. Yup, I can see that, for sure. After all, I do think 'bout the nip an awful lot. 'Bout how I can get my paws on the nip. 'Bout how I can earn money to buy me some nip. 'Bout how I can make money sellin' the nip, in order to buy even more. 'Bout how..."
"I GET THE PICTURE," interrupted Mason. "You think a lot about nip."
I nodded in agreement. "I do. But the other day, the stuff I was thinkin' about wasn't catnip at all. Not even catnip related."
Mason furrowed her brow.
"It's true! Actually.... Can you keep a secret, Mason? Can you?"
"I keep the fact that we're related, a secret, all of the time."
"You what?" I asked, my jaw droppin' to the floor.
"Until now, I had kept my keepin' you a secret, secret, too."
I growled a low growl. "If you're gonna be mean like that, Mason, I WON'T tell you my secret. See if I care. I won't tell you what I was thinkin' about, at all."
"Cross your heart and hope to spray?"
"Cross my heart and hope to spray," Mason agreed, begrudgingly. "I promise I won't tell your secret to a soul."
"Well," I began, "the other day, I was thinkin'... I was thinkin' it's high time for me to go on another adventure of some kind. Not quite sure where. Or even when. Not exactly, at least. But in the next few weeks, I'm gonna go on an adventure, for sure. And it's gonna be an excitin' adventure, too. Wanna come, Mason? Huh? HUH? Do you? Do you think that maybe you do?
Stay tuned for my next excitin' adventure, coming soon to a computer screen near you.