As those of you who follow my fan page over on Facebook probably already know, I, Seville the Cat, have been battling a stupid ol' squeak that has attached itself to my desk.
No, not a mouse. A squeak. An actual annoying whining ol' squeak.
HEY PEEPERS! GET YOUR TAILLESS TAIL OVER HERE AND GET RID OF THIS STUPID OL' SQUEAK!
Yup, that's what I said and that's how I said it, and everythin'.
And do you know what happened next?
Nothin', that's what. Nothin'. Nadda. Not a thing.
MOUSES!
So...
So I repeated myself, only this time I repeated it more loudly.
HEY PEEPERS! GET YOUR TAILLESS TAIL OVER HERE AND GET RID OF THIS STUPID OL' SQUEAK!
And again, ol' Peepers did nothin'.
Can you believe it?
MOUSES!
Personally, I'm thinkin' she's gettin' hard of hearin' in her old age. I mean, when you're as old as the hills - maybe older - I'm pretty sure hearin' is one of the first things to go.
On the other paw, maybe it's those earplugs she ordered from Amazon after my four in the mornin' complaints 'bout this pandemic.
And spreakin' of complainin'...
I, Seville the Cat, am OFFICIALLY complaining 'bout the fact that I've been stuck here in this ol' house with this REALLY OLD peep who, I am sure, is as old as a T-Rex - maybe even older - for thirty-five weeks now. I'll do the math for you 'cause it's way too complicated for most peeps. Thirty-five weeks is the equivalent to one hundred and ninety million, five hundred and twelve thousand cat seconds, and...
And that's a whole lot of cat seconds, for sure.
Don't you know.
MOUSES!
So...
Even crazier than the peep can drive me, and let me tell you somethin', with Peepers in the drivin' seat, it's a ONE WAY trip to CRAZYland, for sure.
MOUSES!
Remember to mask up, too.
I sure hope it's not millions of years Seville, the peeps will go crazier than they normally are!
ReplyDeleteYikes, so not only do you have a crazy yodelling out of tune and wild haired peep, you also have a crazy out of control squeeky desk! Could things be much worse I ask myself, I mean what else may go crazy? the dustbin starting to spout rubbish, or the nip growing ten foot high and being evergreen and wanting to sniff cats? OK the last is the stuff of a sort of nightmare, but a cat can hope, right?
ReplyDeleteLots of purrs
ERin
We are in the same boat, Seville. Except our peeps are making noise all over the house, with screaming power tools. We've gotten so comfy hiding under the bed, Mom bought us cozy rugs to sit on since we don't have carpeting. We despair of life every returning to Normal.
ReplyDeleteSeville, be very careful what you ask for, 'cause you may think you are bored now, but what about another kitty in your house, hmmm???
ReplyDeleteThis is serious. A squeek and a non-present peep? What can we do?
ReplyDeleteSqueaks are so annoying, we had one in our chair, not a good hiding place for this cat ;) 💗Thank you for coming to my Birthday-Pawty, Seville. You made our day unforgettable. Double Pawkisses for a Happy Day to all of you🐾😽💞
ReplyDeleteSevers, a bit of duck tape might rid the desk squeak. When my nose gets stuffy at bedtime, Mom says I squeak instead of snore. I think it's really coming from the doggy. Tee hee hee.
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