Mousies are called mousies 'cause uh...
Well it doesn't really matter why we call 'em mousies, does it? I don't even call 'em mousies, myself. I, Seville the Cat, am more inclined to call 'em mice. But to each his own, I suppose. To each his own, and uh...
Okay, so that's technically not a fact, but let's get back to those cheeky chipmunks with their cheeks stuffed to the brim with whatever they've got in them there cheeks.
What? What's that, Peepers? What's that you've babblin' on about now?
Oh, REALLY? Well I think you'll find you're mistaken there, my peep. I think you'll find you're mistaken, for sure, 'cause I have it on good authority that chipmunks ARE cheeky, and they're called cheeky on account of their fat cheeks.
On whose authority, you ask?
Well that would be mine.
The thing is - and I do believe my pals out there will find this super-duper interestin' - chipmunks are indeed, cheeky. They're cheeky on account of their searchin' about the yard lookin' for stuff to stuff in their cheeks. That's how their cheeks get so fat, you see.
Why just the other day, I heard tell of a horde of cheeky chippies...
Stop interrupting me, Peepers! STOP INTERRUPTIN'! I'm not talking 'bout British fish 'n chip shops, woman.
Boy-oh-boy, sometimes I really do have to wonder 'bout my peep.
So anyway, as I was sayin' before bein' so rudely interrupted by the peep: the other day I heard tell of a horde of cheeky chippies collectin' all the sunflower seeds a neighbour had planted, and stuffing 'em in their cheeks.
And the day before that, I happened to see a cheeky chippy myself. Yup, I saw him right out there in my very own yard. And he had the fattest chippy cheeks I ever did see; meanin' those cheeks were definitely stuffed to the brim with somethin' he most likely cheekily stole or misappropriated or just happened to find quite by accident, or...
But it doesn't really matter where he found the stuff to stuff in his cheeks, or what said stuff was, either. What matters is that he stuffed so much stuff in those cheeks of his, he was...
And that there is one more fact.
What's that? What's that, Peepers? What's that you're babblin' on about now?
What do you mean, what's MY excuse for bein' cheeky? What do you MEAN?
Oh for mousin' sakes, woman. I, Seville the Cat, am anythin' BUT cheeky.
I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU'VE HEARD.
Rumours, Peepers. NOTHIN' BUT RUMOURS!
What, you still don't believe me? Well get your tail on over here then, Peepers. Get that tail of yours over here right now. Look. See? "AHHHH" See anythin' stuffed in my cheeks? See anythin' at all? No, of course you don't, 'cause I, Seville the Cat, am not cheeky.
I'm not a chippy, either.
Well it doesn't really matter what I am, now, does it? I... I... I I I... I... I'm a cat!
And that, too, is FACT.
IF IN DOUBT,
DON'T. GO. OUT.
Continue to practice SOCIAL DISTANCIN' measures
AND KEEP WASHIN' YOUR PAWS.
Haha,.I love this!ReplyDelete
Well, I've seen several cheekmunks around here too Seville!ReplyDelete
oh but you are cheeky, Seville. There is no doubt in my mind you are. We have that information on authority.ReplyDelete
But you are still loved by all of us at Mischief and Mayhem Central and Grammy too.
I think you look fine, Seville.ReplyDelete
dood....ther waza chippie over at cuzin daiz' houz last yeer that had hiz cheekz sew fulla seed... him looked like he waz tryin ta bee like Brando.... frum his Godfather filmz !! ;) ☺☺♥♥ReplyDelete
Cheeky, sassy...same thing, Seville!ReplyDelete