I know, I know... I know what you're thinkin'. You're thinkin', Peepers has always been capable of speech. In fact, you're PROBABLY thinkin', Peepers has always been WAY, WAY, WAY TOO capable of speech, havin' that big mouth that she has, that's always flappin' like a flag in the wind durin' the mother of all hurricanes.
And you know somethin', my friends?
YOU WOULD BE RIGHT.
Yup, Peepers has the biggest mouth in the history of peeps' mouths. It's a fact. I looked it up, and everythin'.
Blah, blah, blah is all I hear from that ol' peep; mornin', noon, and night.
And when I say night, I actually mean NIGHT. You know, like when peeps are supposed to be sound asleep, and not blabbin' away like MY peep.
FYI, she talks whilst I'm attemptin' to nap, too, which is WAY BEYOND ANNOYING, for sure.
Thing is though, I'm not actually talking 'bout ol' Big Mouth Peepers. Nope, I most certainly am not. I'm talkin'...
Are you sittin' down?
That's right, my friends. Monday mornin', Saffron was out on the veranda waitin' for Peepers to serve her her brekkies, and what did she do?
That's right, Saffron spoke to the peep!
She said MEOW, and everythin'.
And let me tell you, Peepers is beyond excited, for sure. I think if I were to strap a rocket - or a cheese-eatin' marmalade cat - to her back, she would soar right up to the moon!!! Peepers says that once a scared kitty speaks to a peep, said scared kitty is ready to start trustin' the peep, soon.
Not that I'd know anything 'bout bein' scared, myself. I, Seville the Cat, am scared of NOTHIN', you see.
'Cept for vacuums, of course.
And thunder because... Well who isn't?
And big trucks.
Not to mention the occasional cucumber
Remember to mask up, too.