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.
The slobber is a good idea and it's cheaper than a microchip!ReplyDelete
Okay, you're gonna think I'm crazy, but I play with critters WITH my human! I find them and then she catches them for me. The only problem is that when she catches them, she puts them outside. But it's fun while it's happening.ReplyDelete
Definitely the best tactic, Seville, slobber gets them every time. In fact slobber and then eating helps too. But isn't it just typical that just when you settle down for a meal someone always interupts?ReplyDelete
Oh dear! Peeps took your mouse away!?ReplyDelete
That is down right unneighbourly and such!
Now did the mouse WANT to play? Was your holding it by the tail a playful act or malicious?
Now that you meow it they do have an aversion to slobber. We have to file that one away next time we cat-ch a mousie.ReplyDelete
Oh, Seville! I took a mousie away from The PO'M, and boy oh boy, he was very unhappy. But he wasn't eating it...he was just beating it with his big paws, and I didn't have the heart to watch it. I hid the traumatized mouse under the leaves of a big plant, and it wasn't there the next time I checked, so I hope it ran off to lead it's mousie life.ReplyDelete
Mew mew mew LadyMew scoldss mee when mee holsds Chico Chipmunk bye his tail when hee runss thru mee condo!!! Peepell are sure funny aren't they Seville??ReplyDelete
Guud luck findin another mousie to bee-frend….
Humans can be so rude.ReplyDelete
You didn't get to keep it huh? Ours are the same 'aaggh get that thing out of the house'. You know?ReplyDelete
*sigh * Life can be tough!
That'll teach your peepers not to mess with your mousie catch. I have an aversion to doggy slobber, 'cause it's the worst. The Basset will sometimes shake and her drool will get long and stringy and wrap around her snout. It's true! ICK! Tee hee hee.ReplyDelete