Wednesday 24 August 2022

full of spunk


That darned cat is full of spunk.


Full of somethin', anyway.


But Peepers says it's spunk.  SAYS.  Jury is still out on that, I think.


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So anyway...


So anyway, it's like this: Saffron has more energy than a million billion kajillion cats all put together.  It's a fact.


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So anyway...


So anyway, the other day Saffy Saffron Sassafras was lyin' down in the front flower bed that has hardly any flowers right now on account of Peepers' slackin'.  But that's another story for another time, I suppose.  There bein' so few flowers out there - due to Peepers' peepified slackin' - that I can count 'em on my two front paws, I mean.  The bit 'bout Saffy Saffron Sassafras is the story I'm about to tell you right now.


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So there he was, lyin' there, watchin' birdies flit here and there and just about everywhere before landin' - more often than not - on the little tiered red bird feeder.


I know, I know...  I know what you're thinkin'.  You're thinkin', how can a cat be full of spunk if he's just lyin' around, watchin' birdies fly past?


Well I'm gettin' to that!


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The thing is, there he was, lyin' there, doin' not much of anythin' but watchin' a little chickadee who had landed on one of the uh...  tiers of that tiered feeder, I suppose, when all of a sudden...


All of a sudden...


All of a sudden, that Saffy Saffron Sassafras leapt in the air and the next thing I knew, he was clutchin' the bottom tier of that tiered feeder with his front paws and swayin' in the wind.


I swear, it was like watchin' Kurt Browning serenely glidin' across the ice before, seemingly out of nowhere, landin' a quad.


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But back to that ol' brother of mine who, at that moment, was still clingin' to the bird feeder and swayin' in the wind.


"GET DOWN FROM THERE!" I yelled.  "GET DOWN FROM THERE RIGHT NOW!!!  PEEPERS SEES YOU BOTHERIN' THE BIRDIES AND NEITHER ONE OF US WILL HEAR THE END OF IT, FOR SURE."


Still swingin', Saffron glared at the birdie now sittin' on the roof of the house, safely out of harms way.  And I swear to you, my friends...  I SWEAR that little birdie was laughin' at him.


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Well long story short, Saffron let go of the bird feeder and landed on all four paws in the almost flowerless flower garden; the birdie got a good laugh; and I, my friends, gave my brother a good chewin' out, explainin' that at this house we cats are far too civilised to go 'round chasin' the birds.


No, I didn't chew him.  I didn't bite him at all!  It's an expression, you see, meanin' that...


Oh, you know what I mean.


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And remember:

IF IN DOUBT,

DON'T. GO. OUT.

Continue to practice SOCIAL DISTANCIN' measures

AND KEEP WASHIN' YOUR PAWS.

MOUSES!

Remember to mask up, too.

5 comments:

  1. Ya got your paws full trying to teach him the rules Seville!

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  2. Whoa, Sivvers. It sounds like Saffy can go from zero to 56 zillion, in like, a second! We sure hope the Peep didn't see that whole incident!

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  3. Saffron sounds like quite the high jumper. XO

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