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.
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?
Okay, if you don't have another guess, I'll tell you what happened next.
What the peep did then, was...
Well right about then, the peep went upstairs to change her pants.
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?
Okay, so the peep says I have to tell you that she did not, in fact, pee her pants.
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?
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...
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.
Yeah, yeah... FINE. So it wasn't so much of a cage, as a carrier.
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.
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.
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?
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'...