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.
After all those sassy noises she at least could go fetch you a fresh nip mouse!ReplyDelete
Well I never! Seville I’m quite certain we cats are the best lay ones ever allowed to say pfft! I mean it’s right there is n our communication manual on communicating with peeps. Go ahead n look. It’s next to the “ back of disdain” sectionReplyDelete
Opps that would do it. Hoomins tend not to like being bossed around.ReplyDelete
I fink ya definitely deserve a fresh nip mouse for enduring da kissing!ReplyDelete
Much ado about nothing methinks.ReplyDelete
We just don't understand why these beans are so hard to train. A kitty shouldn't have to ask twice!ReplyDelete
So, was it the "pfft" or the "good little peep" that started things down the wrong path? ;)ReplyDelete
Oooh this is all gripping stuff! Mrs H says it’s like a Mexican stand-off! I wasn’t sure about that as surely it would be El Pfft ?ReplyDelete
Toodle pips and purrs
Geez, humans! Yeah, you deserve a fresh nip mouse after that.ReplyDelete
Surely she wouldn't be that rude and maybe she wasn't really pffting at you but had a hair stuck in her mouth.ReplyDelete
Seville, you just cannot get good help these days!ReplyDelete
Severs, I think a fly flew in her mouth and she accidentally swallowed it! Tee hee hee! But either way she still owes you a non slobbered on mousie that you can slobber upon.ReplyDelete
dood....ya dinna say nothin de rest oh catz haz knot said in R mindz eye; with brane wavez, ore speech N if yur peepz had LISTENED ta ya frum de get go... ya woodna kneaded a stare down...yea, ewe waz total lee in de rite ~~~~ ☺☺♥♥ !!ReplyDelete
Hi Seville. I tried to comment and Blogger said Pfffttt! and wouldn't let me say my words. So I'm back. Nobody stops me from commenting. Anyway - yoo should be wespectful of yoor peeps. Maybe they're getting old and need some gentle reminding of stuff. And if they are slow about getting yoor dinner noms...I would place myself by their ankles and gently nudge them in the direction of the kitchen. Without twipping, of course.ReplyDelete
Sure sounds like a lot of pffts happening. I hope you got a dry nip mouse. XOReplyDelete
Oh Seville, saying Pfffts is always trouble in our house, it NEVER comes out right......ReplyDelete
We're bound to have our little tiffs with our humans from time to time and I think it's probably good - keeps all of us on our toes or paws as the case may be. These things usually work themselves out - especially if they were about NOTHING in the first place!!! :)ReplyDelete
Phht. Is what a human says when she hasn't had her human catnip equivalent ;)ReplyDelete
Demand a new mousie or else...or else what I'm not sure but okay maybe don't demand just ask politely?ReplyDelete
Have a great weekend...
Noodle and crew