Sunday 11 December 2022

do you hear what I hear?


*cue music*

Do you hear what I hear?  Do you hear what I hear?  

Bells, bells jingling in the air.


Nah, those can't be jingle bells.  The sound is too low-pitched and not all that uh...  Well..  Jingly.


MOUSES!



Reindeer hooves?  Could it be reindeer hooves that I'm hearin'?


Nah, those can't be reindeer hooves.  If they were reindeer hooves, they'd be up on the roof.  What I heard came from the kitchen.


MOUSES!


Could it be Santa in my kitchen munchin' on cookies?


Hmmm...


Nah, can't be Santa.  It's the right time of year for Santa, all right, but it's definitely the wrong night.  Santa won't be here for another two weeks.


Hmmm...  Methinks me had best go check this out.  Whatever that sound was, it is in need of investigatin', for sure.


MOUSES!


Hey Saffy!  You happen to see anythin' or anyone here in the kitchen?  You happen to know what or who made that kinda crashin' sound I heard a few minutes ago?  You happen to...


Wait a minute.  Wait. One. Minute.  Saffy, you happen to know anything 'bout all this kibble scattered all over the kitchen floor?


Well don't just sit there, man.  Speak up!  Speak up!  Answer my question.


Yeah.  Right.  Pull the ol' I'm-just-sittin'-here-washin'-my-face-and-mindin'-my-own-business-all-innocent-like silent routine.  You're talkin' to me, Saffron.  ME.  Me, Seville the Cat.   I wasn't born yesterday, you know.  I'm not gonna fall for that.  Why, I INVENTED that there routine you're tryin' to pull.  That's right, it was MY INVENTION.


Did too.


Okay, so maybe I didn't actually invent it.  But I PERFECTED it, for sure.


MOUSES!


But back to this mess.  I'm assumin' what I heard was this here big bowl of kibble bein' knocked about or over or over and about, scatterin' kibble all over the kitchen floor.  AND I'M ASSUMIN' the perpetrator of this crime was you.


What?


Is too a crime.  Just look at all that wasted kibble.


MOUSES!


AND I'M ALSO ASSUMIN'...


Oh my mouses!  Saffy, do YOU hear what I hear?



That's right.  Peepers is on the loose.  I mean, she's approachin'.  Well don't just sit there, man.  START EATING!  You and I have a big ol' mess to clean up, for sure. 


MOUSES!


Interestin'.  Even after bein' scattered all over the floor, it still tastes good.  Not wasted at all.


MOUSES!


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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.

7 comments:

  1. Always better to clear up after accidents, no matter whose they may be ;)
    Toodle pips and fully tummy purrs
    ERin

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  2. Glad there was no waste after all. :)

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  3. Yes, don't cry over spilt kibble, just eat it!

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  4. Hurry, you two! Eat the evidence!!! MOL

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  5. At my house we are in total agreement that when somebuddy does something naughty, we all are Innocent until proven guilty. And since nobuddy steps forward to confess, Momma has no choice but to blame it on our invisible kitty named Nobuddy.

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  6. Hope you two managed to eat up the evidence of the crime!

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