Wednesday, 1 January 2020
HAPPY NEW YEAR!
You were in the splash zone.
So anyway, the thing is, Peep #1 decided to bring in the New Year with me up in her arms. Yup, there I was, up in her arms, BEIN' HELD CAPTIVE for all the world to see.
But the thing is...
But the thing is, prior to ol' Peepers pickin' me up AGAINST MY WILL, I had been droolin' a bit. You know, on account of my havin' been sound asleep dreamin' of good things to eat.
So when the ol' peep picked me up...
So when the ol' peep picked me up, I suddenly felt some drool runnin' down my chin...
AND OF COURSE...
And of course this resulted in me givin' my head a good shake. You know, to get rid of the drool. 'Cause no self-respectin' kitty wants to bring in the New Year with drool on his face.
And since I happened to be up in Peepers' arms at the time...
- THROUGH NO FAULT OF MY OWN -
When I was shakin' off the drool, the peep was in the splash zone.
And OL' PEEPERS ENDED UP WITH DROOL ON HER FACE.
Not my fault she picked me up.
And oh-my-mouses you should have seen the look on her face. The peep looked like she had swallowed a sour lemon or lime or the like.
So when the clock struck midnight and I yelled, "HAPPY NEW YEAR PEEPERS!"
The peep, bein' a peep, screwed up her sourpuss of a face and let out a big, "Ewww."
Of all the unappreciative peeps.
So I hope you've learned a lesson here, Peepers. I hope you've learned a lesson for the upcoming year. Next time, try bringin' in the New Year with a drink in your paw and a toast on your lips, instead of spattered drool all over your face.
Happy New Year, everybody.
HAPPY NEW YEAR!