No, no, no Saffron. No Saffron, no. NO. NO!!!
Oh my mouses Saffron, we need to talk.
Saffron, birds are for watchin'. Birds are not snacks.
Well when you said... Well you didn't, actually. You actually DIDN'T say you were gonna eat those birdies out at the feeders, but...
But you licked your lips when you saw 'em.
Saffron, we cats - that's you and me, by the way - have a deal with the peeps. Well with Peep #1, to be exact. But that's beside the point, that is. The deal is, Peepers feeds the birdies and we don't eat 'em.
Why, you ask? WHY?
Well I don't know why, to be honest. We just don't, is all. We don't eat the birdies that come to the feeders.
But... But what?
Oh yes, I'm sure they are quite tasty, if you're into that sorta thing. But we - and that's you and me, by the way - are not. We're not into eatin' song birdies at all.
'CAUSE WE'RE CATS.
Okay, so that didn't come out quite right.
'Cause we're CIVILISED cats, that's why.
Plus, Peepers gets upset if we even think about doin' such things. She'll freak out like no peep has ever freaked out before. She'll...
BUT WE DO CARE WHAT PEEPERS THINKS, SAFFRON. We do!
Why? Again you're askin' me, why?
'CAUSE PEEPERS KNOWS HOW TO OPEN THE TINS, and that, my dear Saffron, is the only reason you need.
WHAT'S WITH ALL THESE MOUSED-UP QUESTIONS, SAFFRON? Why this and why that. My gosh, had I known you were gonna be askin' question after question after question after comin' to live here with me, I would have discouraged Peepers' attempts to...
Why? You're askin' me why? AGAIN? YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT I'M ABOUT TO SAY!
And yet, there you go, askin' me why, once more.
*unsheaths a glistenin' claw*
I'll tell you why, Saffron, my man. I'll tell you WHY with my claws. And then I'll...
Why? WHY? You wanna know why? You wanna know WHY I don't want you askin' me why?
Oh the moused-up trials and tribulations of havin' a brother.
Remember to mask up, too.