I'm not speaking to him anymore, Peepers.
No, that can't be right.
I'm not speaking to it anymore, Peepers.
And don't even TRY to convince me otherwise. I've made up my mind. I'm never speaking to it again.
Not for any reason.
'Cept maybe to tell it to GET OUTTA MY FACE.
I know, I know.. I know what you're thinkin', my friends. You're THINKIN', I've had a spat with one of my fur-sibs.
But you know somethin'? That would be wrong. I'm not currently spattin' with any of my fur...
Wait a minute. Hold on. Uh... I need to check on somethin'. Be right back.
Nope, I've checked the calendar, and my current spat with Andy expired earlier today, so I was right. There are no fur-sib spats goin' on at my house. At least not at the moment.
Truth be told, I don't even remember what that last spat I had with Andy was about. But that is neither here nor there, my friends, for a spat is spat. FACT.
You wanna know with whom my current spat is?
Come on... I know you do. I know you wanna, for sure.
Okay, you FORCED it out of me, my friends. I am currently not speakin' to my Cat Dancer toy.
You know, once upon a time - why, just last week, in fact - my Cat Dancer toy was my very favourite toy of all time. But then the other day, Peep #1 and I were playin' with it, and do you know what it did?
Well I'll TELL you what it did.
It... It... IT...
It went and bonked me, right on my nose.
And that kinda hurt, you know? I mean, it didn't really hurt my nose all that my much. It actually didn't hurt my nose at all. But my feelings? Well my feelings were hurt, for sure. It was devastating, really. I was DEVASTATINGLY HURT.
And so THAT'S why I'm no longer speaking to my Cat Dancer toy. Never again will we frolic together in the family room. Never again will I tell it, it's my favourite toy. Never again will...
Wait a minute...
WHAT THE MOUSES?
One second. I'll be right back.
ANDY, HOW DARE YOU PLAY WITH MY CAT DANCER TOY! YOU GIVE THAT BACK. YOU GIVE THAT TOY BACK TO ME RIGHT NOW. DON'T YOU DARE GET YOUR FREAKY, LONG-HAIRED MARMIE SLOBBER ALL OVER IT. DON'T YOU DARE!
Come to Papa, Cat Dancer Toy. Your Sivvers is here. Your darling Sivvers will SAVE you from that mean old, long-haired, marmalade freak.
Im glad you're friends again with your cat dancer toy don't think it meant to bonk you. Hugs and Purrs Spike and mom.x����������ReplyDelete
Oh Seville! There isn't another like you!ReplyDelete
hahaha... good one Seville. Those cat dancers are precious.ReplyDelete
Bonked by a dancer doesn't sound overly fun to me!ReplyDelete
Well, now you have a new spat with Andy. How dare he play with your Cat Dancer. ;)ReplyDelete
Glad all is well with you and your Cat Dancer again, Sivvers!ReplyDelete
Well, that spat ended pretty fast!ReplyDelete
Boy, no sooner than your back was turned than that dancer was two-timing you! The shame of it all. I hope you give it, and Andy what for . . . well Andy at least MOLReplyDelete
Toodle pips and purrs
Seville, you are hilarious!ReplyDelete
Well I am glad you made up again with your cat dancer. Flynn got bonked on the nose by a little bouncy ball that came free with cat food when he was a kitten. He never played with that ball again and would only ever play with soft ones after that.ReplyDelete
That was a very rude toy. I would not play with it anymore if I were you. Or maybe play with some nip mice right in front of it to make it jealous :)ReplyDelete
Dude, we MOL'd so much at your post today, brilliant!ReplyDelete