Fifty Ways to Leave Your Lover.
Nope, that doesn't work for me. I've been neutered, you see.
But some guy wrote that song and made big bucks doin' so, so I'm thinkin'...
I'm thinkin' I, Seville the Cat, writer extraordinaire, can probably write somethin' similar.
Got it! *snaps claws* Fifty Ways to Freak Out Your Peep.
If ever there was anythin' I excel at - besides all the other stuff at which I excel, of course - it's freakin' out Peepers. Combine my knowledge of peep freakin' with my talent for writin', and...
I'VE GOT IT MADE.
I'm gonna have to do a little research, of course. I mean, it's not like I know nothing 'bout peep freakin'. It's not like I'll have to start from scratch.
Scratch, get it? MOUSES!
But fifty ways is a whole lotta ways. Might have to come up with a half dozen or so new ways to add to my repertoire. And just in case some other cat out there decides they might wanna write a similar song...
Well OBVIOUSLY, I'm gonna have to start my research and experimentation tonight. Yup, tonight it is. Tonight is the night I'm gonna start freakin' out the peep.
Okay, continue. CONTINUE freakin' out the peep.
'Cause it's not like I haven't done this before.
PLUS, I have Saffy Saffron Sassifras to help with the research. And you know what they say. They say, many paws make quick work.
Or somethin' like that.
Why just last night, Saffy stared at a corner in the family room for like twenty minutes or so. Well, maybe more like five. But the point is, it was long enough for Peepers to notice and realise that whatever Saffy was starin' at, she could not see. Like an invisible to the peep's eye apparition or somethin' like that. And that TOTALLY freaked out the peep. TOTALLY!
Truth be told, I think it was some dust. Peepers needs to get better acquainted with the duster, I think, but we won't tell her 'bout that. Better we just let her freak out.
Note to self: Experiment with staring at nothing in different corners of the room for varied lengths of time this evenin'. Then move on to horkin' up hairballs in various parts of the house, particularly where hairball horkin' can do the most damage. Places like closets with shoes and stuff.
Oh, this is gonna be good. I'm gonna totally freak out the peep. TOTALLY.
It's really hard to believe that mild mannered you would #FreakDaPeep!ReplyDelete
Yeah, that's a good way to freak out a peep, Seville!ReplyDelete
Staring at something us peeps can't see is definitely a way to freak us out. :)ReplyDelete
Peeps everywhere are suckers for that trick, Sivvers. That was some good freak-out-inspiring work by Saffron, for sure!ReplyDelete
I look forward to your song Seville. I am sure it will be pawsome !!ReplyDelete
We predict a lot of mayhem might be told about next time you post,Seville...ReplyDelete
Oh my! That horking routine always freaks out Grammy. She can be in a deep sleep and if she hears a hork she's on her feet bleary-eyed, searching for the results. So far she's avoided leaping out of bed directly onto the 'mess' but the boys are working to perfect that. We girls, Sweetie and I, Gentle Mousie are good girls. We wouldn't do that to our dear Grammy.ReplyDelete
Having a conversation with someone, invisible or otherwise, will freak them out. Maybe spennding on their credit card will too?ReplyDelete
You could invite all your pals around to haunt the house secretly at night....
Toodle pips and purrs,