Wednesday, 28 August 2019

sorry

Sorry 'bout that Peepers, but it had to be done.

MOUSES!

Why?

WHY?

WHY?

Well I'll tell you why.

Because.

MOUSES!

Because is too an answer, Peepers.  Case in point: You asked me a question, and I answered it with because.

MOUSES!

If you insist, I shall elaborate.

Picture it, Nova Scotia, 2019...

I'M SETTIN' THE SCENE, Peepers.  I'M SETTIN' THE SCENE!  Now shush up, would ya?  MOUSES!

Picture it, Nova Scotia, 2019.  It was shortly after lunchtime one late August afternoon, and havin' already enjoyed a lunch of the fanciest of the feasts with a little kibble on the side, I was lyin' under the pink chair in the family room, when...

When some big ol' clodhoppering peep...

Clodhoppering is too a word, Peepers.  Case in point:  I used a sentence with clodhoppering in it, makin' it a word.

MOUSES!

Now where was I before bein' so rudely interrupted?

Hmmm...

Oh yeah, I was lyin' under the pink chair in the family room when some big ol' clodhoppering peep came along and stepped on my tail, and...

Yeah, yeah...  You're sorry.  You said you were sorry before like a million and twenty-nine times, but you know somethin' Peepers?  You STILL stepped on my tail.  MOUSES!

Yeah, yeah...  You didn't mean to do it.  You said you didn't mean to do it like a million and twenty-nine times, but you know somethin' Peepers?  You STILL did it.  MOUSES!

What's more Peepers, after steppin' on my tail, you didn't even bother to immediately get off it.

Yeah, yeah...  You didn't realize you were actually on my tail at the time.  You said you didn't realize you were actually on my tail at the time like a million and twenty-nine times, but you know somethin' Peepers?   You WERE.  MOUSES!

Were too.

WERE TOO.

WERE TOO.

Fine, so you were actually only on one wee little hair from the very tip of my tail.  A wee little hair I was already in the process of sheddin' and therefore not even attached to my purrson at the time, but...

BUT THAT DOESN'T GIVE YOU THE RIGHT TO STEP ON IT.

MOUSES!

No Peepers, NO.  I, Seville the Cat, have no intention of apologizing for meowin' loudly at you and givin' your ankle a bit of a scratch like I did.  I, Seville the Cat, was well within my rights as ruler of this here household to issue a loud warning and make a preemptive strike.

Strike...  Scratch...  Whatever.

I WAS WITHIN MY RIGHTS, I tell you.  I WAS WITHIN MY RIGHTS!

But speakin' of apologies, I think you'll find you owe me ANOTHER apology for questioning my rights.

Do too.

DO TOO.

DO TOO.

MOUSES!

9 comments:

  1. Don't even breathe in the wrong direction, right Seville?!?

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  2. OMG! Poor Seville! I do hope you are not so traumatized that you are going to shed ALL your hair! Peeps need to be a little more observant and understanding of their place in the pecking order around there!

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  3. Oh, I think you deserve an apology or several too!

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  4. Sounds perfectly reasonable to me. I mean I apply the same justice evenly in this palace, be it ankle wrist nose, MOL
    Anyways given the clodhopping nature of humans, maybe we should insist they wear those novelty slippers? She could have a set that looks like chippies and then they can double as training aids for you?
    Purrs
    ERin

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  5. Mew mew mew this has happened to mee twice with LadyMew who can bee furry unsteady on her paws at THE best of times. Shee ackshully started cryin….so how cuud mee 'whap her a guud one'???
    Mee hopess yore tail an yore purride are ree-stored Seville...
    **purrsss** BellaDharma

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  6. dood.....ya shulda called de pole lease coz a tail steppin on...izza.... whatz that werd when ya like try ta cauz harm....
    we noe thatz a werd like clodhopper but we canna think ....

    A SALT...thatz it.... A SALT

    :) ♥♥☺☺

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  7. You poor kitty getting your tail stepped on. XO

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  8. I agree, Severs. You were WELL WITHIN YOUR RIGHTS. Our peeps can be so clumsy. Why just the other day I was minding my own business and walking down the hall when Dad wasn't paying attention to where he was going and ran into me. He has eyes, but I don't think he uses them! Luvs.

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