Good grief, Peepers. What the mousie mousin' mouses are you doin'?
And 'cause it probably needs to be said once more...
I DON'T CARE THAT YOU'RE...
Wait a minute. What? You're doin' what? You say you're doin'...
Oh never mind. I don't wanna know. Nope, I don't wanna hear anythin' more about it. Not a peep. Not a single, solitary peep.
And when I say I don't wanna HEAR anythin' more about what you've been doin', what I really mean is that I don't wanna hear you doin' what you've been doin' in the wee hours of the mornin'.
A cat has gotta get his beauty sleep, you know. Yes, even a cat as handsome and debonair as me... Hmmm... I? Doesn't matter. Point is, even a cat as handsome and debonair as yours truly, must still get in an appropriate twenty or so hours of beauty sleep.
What do you MEAN I was already up?
Oh yeah. Okay, so maybe I had already been up for a couple hours this mornin', tendin' to various matters of importance and such, when you started...
MISCHIEF MAKIN' IS TOO a matter of importance!
But never you mind that. Fact is, I COULD have been sleepin' soundly when you started up with that darned blender, crushin' and grindin' those egg shells for the garden. Runnin' that blender for hours and hours and HOURS on end.
Well we cats age a lot faster than you peeps, so fifteen or twenty minutes to you IS LIKE AN ETERNITY to a kitty like me, and...
FINE. You win, Peepers. I did schedule my first of two, early mid-mornin' naps for right about now so yeah, I had best go grab that twenty minutes of beauty sleep whilst I can still get it.
'CAUSE ONE NEVER KNOWS WHEN A MADWOMAN WITH A BLENDER MIGHT START IT UP AND RUNNIN' AGAIN.
Peeps and their stupid noisy appliances.
Remember to mask up, too.