So anyway, like I told the peep: "No way. Uh-uh. NOT gonna happen, for sure. MOUSES!"
And like the peep told me: "THINK AGAIN SIVVERS."
So I thought about it - which, by the way, is somethin' I ALWAYS do. Thinkin', that is. And after thinkin' for a bit, I came to the conclusion, I had been RIGHT all along, so...
So I said, "NO," which I followed with a very loud, "MOUSES!"
But the peep, bein' a peep, persisted.
MOUSES!
I'm tellin' ya, first she tried headfirst, then tailfirst, then even resorted to sayin', "Please."
Well if all you out there know me - and by know me, I mean, know me WELL - you can probably guess what happened next.
Did the peep give up and shuffle away with her head hangin' low, you ask?
HA! No, she didn't give up at all. Go ahead. Guess again. See if you can guess what she did then.
You give up?
Awww... MOUSES!
Okay, if you don't have another guess, I'll tell you what happened next.
What the peep did then, was...
Well...
Well right about then, the peep went upstairs to change her pants.
MOUSES!
Now you're probably all wonderin' if the peep PEED her pants. You know, on account of her havin' to change 'em and all. And IF you thought that, you'd be right, and...
What? What's that, Peepers? What's that you're babblin' on about now?
FINE.
MOUSES!
Okay, so the peep says I have to tell you that she did not, in fact, pee her pants.
MOUSES!
What? What's that, Peepers? What's THAT you're babblin' on about now?
BUT I ALREADY TOLD 'EM YOU DIDN'T PEE YOUR PANTS.
You made me tell 'em. Remember?
Awww... MOUSES!
Okay, so the peep says that since I'm the one who brought it up in the first place, I have to tell you that I...
Uh...
Um...
*SIGHS*
She says I have to tell you that I, Seville the Cat, am the one who peed upon the peep's pants.
But in all fairness, SHE WAS TRYIN' TO PUT ME IN A CAGE WHEN I DID IT.
MOUSES!
Yeah, yeah... FINE. So it wasn't so much of a cage, as a carrier.
But still...
I'm tellin' ya, I have GOT to lock that ol' peep of mine out of my office while I'm workin' on my blog.
She gets upset at the tiniest little things.
MOUSES!
Okay. FINE. I'm tell 'em everythin', EXACTLY as it happened.
So the peep was tryin' to get me into the carrier to take me to see Dr. T. She didn't pee her pants but rather, I, Seville the Cat, did the peein'. Whilst she was wearing the pants, that is. The peep then had to go upstairs and change out of those peed upon pants before we could go to the doctor's office, and...
Oh, great. NOW the peep is remindin' me how I never apologised for havin' peed on her pants.
Well THAT would probably be on account of my not bein' sorry for havin' done it.
MOUSES!
Boy-oh-boy, that ol' peep of mine must really be losin' it in her old age. IMAGINE her thinkin' I'd be sorry for havin' peed on her whilst SHE WAS SHOVIN' ME INTO A CAGE.
Yeah, yeah... CARRIER.
Peepers, why don't you go fix yourself a little snack or somethin' and let me finish writin' my blog post in peace, huh?
MOUSES!
Okay, so now that she's gone, let me tell you what REALLY happened. Let me tell you all 'bout how the peep REALLY ended up with pee all over her pants.
Once upon a time, on a very dark and stormy evenin'...
MOUSES!
Dang, I hope all was okay with the Vet visit Seville. Our Angel Gracie used to blast the Dad when he tried to get her in a carrier too.
ReplyDeleteoh dear. Seville, that is a travesty. Are you okay? Was it a routine visit? But being a Peep myself I do feel sorry that you peed on the peeps pants. Commiserations, Peep.
ReplyDeleteHahaha! It's a good thing I went to the bathroom before I read your blog, or there would have been more than one pair of pants with pee on them. 😂
ReplyDeleteHehehe... I knew it, there is always a story behind the story! Now as to that Dr's appointment, I do hope you got to tell the Dr about the little embarrassing incident, and how really it wasn't your fault? Maybe the Dr could give you some extra prescription treats, too, to compensate for the duress?
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ERin
Aww Seville, visiting the doc is not so bad as all that. And getting put in a carrier? You should look at it as an adventure like when I get put in my stroller. Luvz, Patzy
ReplyDeleteSandy once peed my pants. This was back in the days before cat carriers were common (2003), and I was holding him on my lap in the car when we were taking him to PetSmart to get his claws clipped. Or home after that.
ReplyDeleteSeville, fortunately for my pants, Angel just sang the song of her people all of the way there, and all of the way back to the vet's visit yesterday. And she's totally fine, in fact, doing really well for a kitty of her length of time on Earth! Hope that you are okay too?
ReplyDeleteSounds like she had it coming.
ReplyDeletePeein' on your peep's pants?! Tee hee hee. That'll teach her! My mom is sneaky by getting out the mobile transport unit when I'm least expecting it -- usually when I'm sleeping. Then she picks me up with my back to its door, so I don't see it until it's too late and she's pushing me inside it! I hope you got the green light from the V-E-T saying you're healthy as can be, Severs. Hugs!
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