Sunday, 24 November 2019

that's pretty rude

You heard what I said there, Peepers.  I said, THAT'S PRETTY RUDE.

MOUSES!

Although truth be told, there was nothin' pretty about it.

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On the other paw, there was me, and I'm pretty.  Well, handsome is the better word.  After all, I am a MANcat, you see.

MOUSES!

Now where was I?  Ah yes, I was tellin' you how you were rude.

Peepers; You. Were. Rude.  Your behaviour was rude.  You were behaving rudely, ol' peep.  You were bein' RUDE.  Are you gettin' the drift there, Peepers?  You catchin' on to what I'm sayin'?  Need I say it once more?

YOU. WERE. RUDE.

MOUSES!

And your point would be, Peepers?  How does a cat bein' able to look at a queen have anythin' to do with you starin' at me?  I mean, first of all, you're not a cat.  You're not even close.  You're nothin' more than a peep.  And secondly, you're not a queen.  You're not a princess, either.  At least I don't think you're any kinda royalty.  You have a crown or somethin' stashed under the nightstand or in a kitchen cupboard there, Peepers?

BwahahahahahahahaHA...  Sometimes I crack myself up.  As if kings and queens were in the habit of hiding the royal jewels under bedroom furniture and in kitchen cupboards and stuff.  Mouses, I'm one funny cat.

THAT'S FUNNY AS IN HA-HA, PEEPERS.  NOT FUNNY AS IN STRANGE.

Like I said before, you're so rude.

But back to the topic at paw.  You, Peepers, were staring at me.  That's right.  I saw you staring at me out of the corner of my eye.  You, a peep, staring at me.  Me, a cat.  And not just any cat, either.  ME, Seville the Cat.

And as a cat, I don't like bein' stared at.  We cats generally don't.  ESPECIALLY not by peeps.

IT'S RUDE.

MOUSES!

I know, I know...  I know what you're thinkin' there, Peepers.  You're thinking 'bout how I, Seville the Cat, am so irresistibly charming and handsome, you can't help but stare at me.

WELL GET OVER IT PEEPERS 'cause like I said, I don't like bein' stared at.  It's RUDE.

MOUSES!

What's more, I'm gettin' tired of hearing 'bout how my irresistible charm is the reason you can't keep your paws off me and are always pickin' me up and givin' me kisses and stuff.

Like your bad behaviour is somehow MY fault.

Which it's not.

MOUSES!

But back to how you are rude.  Peepers, there's no doubt about it.  You are one rude peep, for sure.  Sittin' there on the chesterfield, gawkin' and starin', and starin' and gawkin', at ME.  So please go back to your knittin' and your TV watchin' and keep your eyes OFF me.

MOUSES!

Oh Peepers....

OH PEEPERS...

PEEPERS!

Peepers, I've been sittin' here on the chesterfield for like five whole minutes, and not once have you looked over at me to see if I was okay or if I was in need of a cuddle or chin scritch or tummy rub.  Not once.  Not once, I tell you.  Not even once!

Now you're bein' RUDER than rude.  NOW YOU'RE IGNORING ME.

MOUSES!

9 comments:

  1. Dang Seville, you can't win, the rude is everywhere!

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    1. It's true. Rudeness is all around me at my house. MOUSES!

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  2. Humans can never seem to get it right!

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  3. Oh my, them peeps of yours really need to get with the program. Not sure what program that is as we dont have TV, but I'm sure there is one and that, once you've found it for them, they can get with it.
    Purrs
    ERin

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    1. I bet that if my peep were to try to get with the program, as you say, she'd get with the WRONG one, for sure. MOUSES!

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  4. It's rough out there, being around peeps and all, Seville!
    There ought to be a law or something...

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    1. You're SO right. Hmmm.. I, Seville the Cat, should enact a law or somethin'. MOUSES!

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  5. Seville, when one is as cute as you, you will be stared at.
    Thank you for the kind words you left on my blog for the loss of KaTwo. XO

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