Hmmm... What was that noise I just heard?
Tinklin', but not tinkLY.
Stuff droppin', for sure, but more thunky than tinkly, if you know what I mean.
Now that was a screech if I ever heard one. Could be a screech owl, I suppose. Could also be the peep.
Maybe Peepers is practicin' her singin'?
I, Seville the Cat, must investigate.
*looks about and perks up ears*
AH-HA! Methinks the sounds are comin' from the other room.
*stealthily approaches the kitchen door*
PEEPERS! WHAT THE MOUSES ARE YOU DOIN' IN HERE? WHAT'S ALL THIS STUFF ALL OVER THE FLOOR?
Food, but not edible food. BIRD food, I do believe.
Peepers, might I ask why you've scattered bird seed all over the kitchen floor? Besides the fact that you've made an utter and complete mess, the birds are outside, AND WE DON'T WANT 'EM EATIN' INDOORS.
Cat got your tongue, there, Peepers?
BWHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! That was a good one, for sure. I know one shouldn't laugh at one's own jokes, but hey, when you're as funny I am, stuff happens.
So anyway, why DID you scatter bird seed all over the floor? You goin' nuts there, ol' peep of mine? Bonkers? Losin' control?
Not that I haven't already seen the signs...
PEEPERS! YOU HARD OF HEARIN', AS WELL?
"It was an accident."
*sniffs the air*
Nope, I don't smell any accidents. Usually when you or I have an accident, there are poopies or somethin' on the wrong side of the litter box, but I can always sniff that out in a jiff, an'...
"NOT THAT KIND OF ACCIDENT, SEVILLE. And you know darn well I don't use your litter box."
Good thing, too. I'm not sharin' my box with no peep.
"If you must know, I went to pour the birdseed into the measuring cup I use to fill the feeders, and I accidentally poured it all on the floor."
Just as I thought, YOU ARE losin' it there, Peepers.
Losin'... Lost... Whatever.
But don't you worry there, ol' peep of mine. All is not lost. Now I'm talking 'bout the bird seed bein' lost... Or not lost... Or whatever, and not your mind... 'Cause believe you me, that ship sailed ages and ages ago.
Sailed away and was lost at sea, I suppose.
But back to my point. 'Bout the birdseed, I mean. Peepers, at least it wasn't MY food you poured all over the floor, 'cause that would have been a tragedy, for sure. I mean, my food is mine, right? My food is valuable. My food belongs in my tummy, and not scattered all over to be stepped on and mushed all about. Had you spilled MY food like that... UGH.... Makes me just shiver at the thought.
Remember to mask up, too.