I'm surrounded by suck-ups, my friends. Surrounded by suck-ups, I say!
Yeah, you heard me right. That's what I said. I'm surrounded by....
NO!!! No, I didn't say that. What kinda cat do you think that I am? S, not F. It's an S!
Gentlecats such as myself don't use that nasty ol' word.
My gosh, not only am I surrounded by suck-ups, but they're all hard of hearin' as well.
So last night, I was in the family room mindin' my own business when all of a sudden Saffron walked in. He went straight over to Peepers who was sittin' on the chesterfield with a blankie over her legs, 'cause you know, the nights have been gettin' chilly as of late.
So anyway, Saffy Saffron Sassafras went straight over to Peepers and curled up on the part of the blankie that was lyin' on the floor, snugglin' in between Peepers' two feet. Then he started to purr. And purr. AND PURR. And then when Peepers commented on how cute and lovin' he was bein', he purred even more!
I'm tellin' ya, he's a suck-up extraordinaire.
And if that wasn't enough, Saffron then stretched out and rolled this way and that, reachin' out with his paws to wrap 'em around the peep's ankles and stuff, purrin' and purrin' all the time.
A suck-up, I tell you. A SUCK-UP!
And then, even though it was past Peepers' bedtime, she sat there on that ol' chesterfield for like an hour or two more so as not to disturb the little suck-up, previously known as Saffron.
And if that wasn't enough, this mornin' I happened to look out my office window and what did I see? I saw the cat from across the street lyin' in my yard, rollin' around just like Saffy had the night before.
Yup, he was bein' a real suck-up, too.
And then I noticed the birdies were flittin' about, showin' off their pretty colours, sweetly serenadin' the peep with their songs.
Stupid birdies. They're nothin' but suck-ups, as well.
should be suckin' up to ME.
Pretty sure there's a law about that. If not, there should be.
Remember to mask up, too.