Sunday 26 August 2018

get out the masks!

Red alert!  RED ALERT!  Red alert on level one.  I repeat, red alert on level one.   Decontamination to begin in nine, eight, seven...

GET OUT THE MASKS!

Gas masks, Peepers.  Stat!  GET OUT THOSE GAS MASKS AND GET THEM OUT NOW.

What?  You mean to tell me you don't smell that?

Really?

Really?

Honestly and truly?

Are you SURE?

Take a deep breath, Peepers, and...

NOW you smell it, don't ya.

Not a question but rather, a statement of fact.

MOUSES!

Yeah, Mason used the litter box outside the downstairs bathroom door and it's a red alert, gas mask kinda event, for sure.

MOUSES!

OUCH!  What the mouses did you do that for, Mason?  Why did you smacky-paw me like..

Uh..  Never mind.  I think I might already know.

Boy oh boy...  SISTERS.  Sisters sure don't like to face the truth, do they.

Again, not a question but rather, a statement of fact.

MOUSES!

OUCH!  Again with the smacky-paws, Mason?  Why the mouses...

Uh...  Never mind.  I think I already know.

MOUSES!

You know...

You know, it's not my fault that every time you use the litter box, THE WHOLE ENTIRE STREET knows 'bout it from the smell, and...

OUCH!

Never mind.

MOUSES!

Like I said before...  SISTERS.

MOUSES!

Hey Mason!  You should bottle that scent and sell it to the government as a replacement for tear gas, and...

OUCH!

Yeah, that one I probably deserved.

But seriously, Mason, I'm thinkin' if you were to do that, you could make a small fortune, and...

OUCH!

Okay, so you could make a BIG fortune, and...

OUCH!

What was that...

Uh...  Never mind.  I think I already know.

MOUSES!

So uh...

Ummm...

So if I were to suggest we could make a fortune sellin' gas masks to peeps after you've used the ol' litter...

OUCH!

And if I were to suggest we could make a fortune sellin'...

OUCH!

You didn't even let me finish my sentence that time.  For all you know, I was gonna suggest we could make a fortune sellin' uh...

Ummm...

Roses?

Yeah, roses.  Mason, you and I could make a small fortune sellin' roses to peeps.

No smacky-paw that time, huh?  Well that's better.

So as I was sayin', you and I could make a small fortune sellin' highly scented roses to peeps to cover up the smell of your havin' used the ol' litter...

OUCH!

If I've said it once, I've said it a million and thirty-two thousand times...

SISTERS.

MOUSES!

15 comments:

  1. I'm sort of glad I'm reading your blog and not watching it on smellivision!

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  2. We know what you mean, Seville. Those feminine felines are a trial.

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  3. Some things are just better left unsaid, right Sivvers? :)

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  4. I wonder id Mason ever says Brothers?! Rose scented litter sounds heavenly but there may be issues with all the bees and the blackfly! MOL
    Toodle pips and purrs
    ERin

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  5. You don't learn do you Seville! You should know by now never to tell the world that your sister leaves stinky poops. You had it coming!

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  6. Maybe it's something you shouldn't me-ow about to many smaky paws.Spike the Scottish black cat.

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  7. When we were at BlogPaws, my human went to a lunch held by a pet food company, and they talked about how their food improved the odor and quality of... that's right, poop! Maybe you should get some of that for Mason, Seville.

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  8. MOL ! Truth hurts sometimes... Purrs

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  9. Now, now, I bet your doesn't smell like French perfume either.

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  10. Oh, my, Seville. One smacky paw isn't enough?? When will you learn we girls don't like those kind of comments??
    Mason, give him a smacky paw for all ladycatdom, okay?

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  11. Seville - you should never - but NEVER - tangle with sisfurs.
    Just saying...

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  12. MOL MOL Oh no Seville, not Supurr Stinky S**TE in the litter box - dude there's nothing wurse and especially if the clean-up crew aren't on stand-by to deal with it immediately! Mew need some nice spray to freshen that S**TE smell up stat dude! MOL
    Purrs
    Basil & Co xox

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  13. Well, I'm so thankful that my sisfur, Bessie the Basset, does her doodies outside. If she went inside then I would definitely need a hazmat suit with breathing tube. Severs, maybe you could get a hazmat suit for the next time Mason does a stinky or hang one of those air freshers from her tail. Tee hee hee. Winks.

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