Picture it: My house, yesterday afternoon.
I narrowed my eyes and looked across at the peep.
Peep #1 narrowed her eyes and looked right back at me. Placing her arms across her chest, she leaned back in her chair, and gave me a stare.
Oh my mouses that's unnerving.
So I went to fold my paws across my chest, and...
And I nearly tipped over.
So instead, I lay down on my tummy and crossed just the tips of my two front paws.
Now normally, crossin' my two front paws is a really cute thing for me to do, but in this case, I was tryin' to be all.... You know... TOUGH. So while doin' the cute paw thing, I gave the peep a cold, hard stare, while she sat in her stupid ol' chair.
And hoped to goodness she hadn't noticed 'bout my almost tippin' over.
I raised my nose in the air as high as I could. I sniffed once or twice, givin' her my best look of disdain.
Then the peep shook her head, and said...
Or somethin' like that.
"Don't you pfft at me," I told her. "I'm not sure what it means, but I'm almost positive I don't like it."
The peep raised one eyebrow like a Vulcan first officer.
"And don't you go all Spocky on me, either, for I, SEVILLE THE CAT, AM THE CAPTAIN of this here spaceship."
Okay, so that made no sense. You know, on account of my not livin' in a spaceship.
Then, IF YOU CAN BELIEVE IT, the peep opened her mouth and said...
That was when I made up my mind to find out exactly what this pfft word meant. I mean, I couldn't have her goin' around, pfftin' me, and makin' me say mouses.
Unless of course...
Unless pfft was like a compliment or somethin'.
Turns out, it isn't.
So I marched up to the peep, looked her straight in the eye, and do you know what I said? Do you? DO you?
Well she didn't like that.
Actually, I think she thought I was in pain or something, 'cause the next thing I knew, I was up in her arms and gettin' kisses all over the top of my head.
Talk about disgustin'.
So there the two of us were: Me, cringing from all of the kissin', and the peep trippin' all over her own apologies, when...
When I thought to myself...
What the mouses were we arguing 'bout in the first place?
Nothin' came to mind, so...
So I squirmed out of her arms and went lookin' for snacks. On my way out of the room, I said...
"HEY PEEPERS! WHY DON'T YOU GET OFF YOUR LAZY TAIL AND FIND ME SOMETHIN' TASTY TO EAT. AND WHILE YOU'RE AT IT, SEE IF YOU CAN DIG OUT AN UNSLOBBERED UPON NIP MOUSE FOR ME TO SLOBBER UPON LIKE A GOOD LITTLE PEEP, OKAY?"
And that's when I remembered how our little argument had first started.