This is gettin' ridiculous, my friends. Yup, this is gettin' ridiculous, for sure.
If you will remember...
If you will remember, way back when, my house was THE PARTY HOUSE for all the cats in the neighbourhood. Yup, MY house was THE PLACE to be if you were a cat. THE place, for sure. MY house was the house where every neighbourhood cat wanted to be!
That's probably how at one point I ended up with like eleven or twelve brothers and sisters, you know?
Of course you do.
AND why nosy neighbour cat once spent an entire winter in MY basement.
Now Peepers always thought SHE was the main attraction for all the neighbourhood cats. She always fancied herself as some kinda whack-job, moused-up cat whisperer, you see.
BUT WE ALL KNOW...
But we all know, in reality, REAL cat whisperers know mancats from ladycats; and don't go around givin' my brothers girly-girl names like Nerissa, Desdemona, Calista, and now, Saffron; and my sisters manly mancat names like Mason and Tobias.
Personally, I'm pretty sure the attraction for all those neighbourhood cats was the never-endin' supply of the nip.
That, and the hilarious antics of the peep. 'Cause a peep who messes up as much as my peep messes up, provides us cats with hours of entertainment, you see.
But anyway, eventually, my house no longer held the fascination of all the neighbourhood cats. And over time, even my own family dwindled down to practically nothin'. My gosh, my own family dwindled down to just me!
But now, even with our bein' in the throws of this ol' pandemic thingy for the last four hundred and forty million, eight hundred and ninety-nine thousand, two hundred cat seconds...
And even with social distancin', and the limitin' of both the size and number of social circles bein' the norm...
THE PARTY HOUSE IS BECOMIN' A PARTY HOUSE ONCE MORE!
And I'm not sure what I think about that, at all.
I mean, it's one thing for Saffron to be comin' by on a daily basis, on account of Saffy Saffron Saffers not yet havin' a home of his own. Not to mention the fact that he's gonna be my brother and call THIS home his own.
When he decides to, that is.
BUT NOW WE'VE GOT AN ORANGE DUDE COMIN' OVER ALMOST EVERY DAY, TOO.
AND FOR THE PAST COUPLE WEEKS, A TUXEDO IN FORMAL ATTIRE!
Orange dude definitely has a home. We know where it is. He just likes hangin' out with the coolest cat in the neighbourhood, you see.
And that would be me.
This new tuxedo guy looks pretty well-fed. Guess he, too, has a home. He just happens to be one of my fans, is all.
It's tough bein' a celebrity cat, you know. *sighs* Guess havin' all these fans and hangers on hangin' around, is the price I must pay for my bloggin' fame.
What's that? What's that, Peepers? What's that you're babblin' on about now?
NO, these cats are NOT comin' over to visit you. YOU ARE NOT everycat's favourite peep on the block.
Peepers... Pffft. She's one delusional peep, to be sure.
Remember to mask up, too.