It was mine, I tell you. Mine. MINE! It was most definitely all MINE.
I WAS ROBBED!
I know, I know... I know what you're thinkin'. You're thinkin' that long-haired freak of a brother of mine, Rushton, has been into my stuff, but you know what? Well you'd be wrong about that.
I KNOW, I KNOW... I KNOW what you're thinkin'. You're thinkin' that long-haired freak of a PEEP of mine, namely Peepers, has been into my stuff.
And about that, my friends, you'd be RIGHT.
No, the peep has not been into my stash. You know, my stash of the nip. Thankfully, Peepers isn't into the nip like me. THANKFULLY, Peepers never gets high on my nip.
I know! It IS weird, isn't it? Very weird, indeed. But we cats never question our peeps' lack of interest in our catnip. We simply sigh a breath of a relief.
Of course, their lack of interest COULD be due to the fact that we tend to slobber all over our nip mice and stuff. Generally speakin', cat slobber puts peeps off. And THANK GOODNESS for that.
But back to what I was talkin' about earlier. You know, about what was all mine:
So the other evenin', just before dark, the peep came outside lookin' for me, wantin' to bring me inside.
I wasn't actually difficult to find, or anythin' like that. I wasn't givin' the peep a hard time by hiding or running out of her reach. Nope, I wasn't doin' anythin' like that, at all.
Then why did the peep have to come outside to get me, you ask?
Well that was on account of my ignoring her when she called me. I was super busy, you see. I was busy on account of my havin' found a little mousie with whom to play.
AND HE WAS MINE.
Yeah, I found him, I caught him, and I was holdin' him by his tail.
CLEARLY, he was MINE.
Now I ask you: do I play with the peep's toys? Do I go 'round playin' with her knittin' needles, and balls of yarn, and...
Okay, bad example.
Well I ask you this, then: do I play with the peep's uh...
Okay, so I do tend to play with the peep's stuff, now that I think about it. Stuff she hasn't had the sense to keep out of my reach, that is.
But still, that mousie was MINE.
I mean, what the mouses was the peep gonna do with a mouse? What, I ask you. WHAT?
Invite him over for tea?
Next time I find a mouse, I'm gonna slobber all over him from the tips of his ears to the tip of his tail. That'll keep the peep from takin' the next mousie I find away from me. That'll teach her, for sure.
'Cause like I mentioned before, peeps have an aversion to slobber.
I have no idea why.