Now let's see...
There are seven days in a week...
Carry the one...
Three, four, five... Other paw... Six, seven...
Multiply the whole shebang by nine, and...
MOUSES! That's a whole lotta cat seconds, for sure. Four hundred and eighty-nine million, eight hundred and eighty-eight thousand of 'em, to be exact.
Give or take a few.
But like I said, MOUSES!
Yup, so the peeps and I have been dealin' with this ol' pandemic thingy here now for four hundred and eighty-nine million, eight hundred and eighty-eight thousand cat seconds; and I can tell you with absolute certainty that it's a whole lot harder on me than it is on them. 'Cause you know how it is, right? Spendin' time with ME is pure and unadulterated JOY, so the peeps havin' to spend the last ninety weeks with me has been nothin' but a PLEASURE and PRIVILEGE for them. Why, it's probably like bein' on vacation!
I, on the other paw...
Well my havin' to spend ninety weeks cooped up with a couple of good-for-nothin' peeps has been anythin' BUT pleasurable, for sure.
And let me tell you somethin' else: Saffron agrees.
No, he's not inside yet. But Peepers picks him up OUTSIDE all the time, now. And when she does, she holds him tight and warms his paws and snuggles him and smothers him in kisses.
And she wonders why the cat refuses to come inside.
The thing is...
The thing is, when peeps get bored, peeps persistently pester us unsuspectin' cats. Yup, they grab us and cuddle us and cover us in kisses. They get their ol' peep germs all over our beautiful furs. It's totally disgusting and gross. Generally speakin', those peeps are a pain in the...
And Saffron isn't helpin' matters, either. That cat actually purrs when the peep gives him kisses. That's right, he PURRS!
Silly ol' cat.
Then he squirms. Squirms right outta her arms. But the purrin' prior to the squirmin' sends mixed messages to the peep, and if there's one thing peeps don't understand, it's mixed messagin'. I've tried to explain this to Saffron but so far it's done no good. He's still purrin' when Peepers first picks him up.
Well just wait 'til he IS indoors. That cat keeps purrin' like that and he's gonna end up smothered like no cat has ever been smothered in kisses before, for sure. Death by a hundred kisses, or somethin' like that.
Oohhh... That would be a good name for a book. I must keep it in mind.
But back to the peep and her kisses. Peepers keeps this up and in all likelihood, she's gonna get a good smacky-paw or two. A peep can't keep accostin' a cat like that without some kinda retribution comin' her way.
*scratches behind an ear*
Perhaps I should remind Peepers what a smacky-paw feels like. You know, so she's not too surprised when Saffron decides he's had enough of her kisses. 'Cause you know that's gonna happen, for sure.
What do you think? Should I smack the ol' peep or not?
I'm sure she has it comin' for SOMETHIN'. Peeps usually do.
Remember to mask up, too.
That would make a good book title Seville!ReplyDelete
Oh Seville: Smacky paws never did me any good. When I get fed up with whatever feds me up I go straight to the growl and gnaw phase. The others pussyfoot around but not me. You wanna mess with me, expect major retribution. Yup!ReplyDelete
Hi Sivvers! Well, those DO sound like mixed messages that Saffron is giving your peep. We're glad Saffron seems to kind of like your peep. We hope he'll decide to come inside with you. Think of the fun you two can have. And it will be better if there are two of you to commiserate while stuck inside with the peeps.ReplyDelete
Well.Well it could be worse. You could have had a kiss and a cuddle each and every one of those millions of seconds. As a percentage I reckon you and Saffron probably got off lightly, MOLReplyDelete
PS Whatever you do DON'T share any stats with the peeps as you know what they'll do . . . .Try to catch up!
I hope Saffron will decide to move in by Christmas. XOReplyDelete