I'm tellin' ya, my friends, it's days like this when I sure am glad I'm a cat.
I know, I know... I know what you're thinkin'. You're thinkin' a cat like me should be glad to be a cat EVERY day. And you know somethin', my friends?
YOU WOULD BE RIGHT.
But today of all days, I am ESPECIALLY glad to be a kitty and the reason is pretty simple, to be sure. You see, word on the street is, when peeps get old like my peep who goes by the name of Peepers, the Easter Bunny sometimes stops visitin' and hidin' candy and stuff. Apparently, the Easter Bunny thinks there comes a time for peeps to not need chocolate bunnies and eggs and things.
Clearly, the Easter Bunny has never met Peep #1 'cause if there were ever a peep who NEEDED chocolate, it's my Peepers.
Chocolate has the ability to subdue her inner beast, you see.
But anyway, like I was sayin', apparently when you get old, the Easter Bunny stops bringin' you treats.
If you're a peep.
But the thing is, when you're a kitty, YOU NEVER GET OLD.
Oh sure, we kitties get oldER, to be sure. We're a year older every year, in fact. But we never actually get old.
Least not in the eyes of our peeps.
Nope, in the eyes of our peeps, we kitties are their babies forever and ever and ever. And ever! And after that, too. In the eyes of our peeps, we are their babies for eternity, you see.
And while this forever-lastin'-babyin' has its disadvantages at times...
Times like when a kitty wants to stay out and play after dark but is told in no uncertain terms that we can't stay out late 'cause it's past our bedtime, on account of us HAVIN' a bedtime, on account of our peeps thinkin' of us MANcats as bein' their babies and stuff.
So yes, this forever-lastin'-babyin' does have disadvantages at times, but on Easter mornin'...
But on Easter mornin', we kitties are bound to be treated as kittENS and find all sorts of good stuff. Yup, we find all sorts of good stuff left for us by the Easter Bunny, you see. Things like nip eggs and nip mice and everythin' nice.
'CAUSE MY PEEPERS HAS INFORMED MR EASTER BUNNY, HIMSELF, THAT I, SEVILLE THE CAT, AM HER BABY; AND AM THEREFORE ENTITLED TO MY EASTER MORNIN' TREATS.
Either that, or she hides 'em all over the house, herself.
Nah, EVERYONE KNOWS the Easter Bunny hides all those goodies.
'Cept, of course, the ones for the old peeps.
And spreakin' of old peeps and their treats...
So speakin' of Peepers, Saffy and I had to order up a whole whack of chocolate eggs for her and hide 'em last night so that she, too, would have some goodies to find. 'CAUSE EVERYONE KNOWS A CHOCOLATE-LESS PEEPERS IS A SUPER SCARY PEEPERS, TO BE SURE.
Hey Saffy! Pass me another nip egg, would ya? Show's about to get REAL good, to be sure. Peepers just spotted that truffle you hid behind the piano.
HAPPY EASTER EVERYBODY.
Remember to mask up, too.