So let me tell you 'bout the aftermath of...
Hmm... Perhaps aftermath is too strong of a word. It does make it sound like there was total disaster and mayhem and the like.
On the other paw...
On the other paw, there was total disaster and mayhem and the like. So aftermath, it is.
MOUSES!
Okay, so perhaps there was no actual mayhem.
Nope, still goin' with aftermath, my friends.
MOUSES!
So we'll start again. Let me tell you 'bout the aftermath of the birthday celebrations on Wednesday.
Firstly, there was cake. Yes, there was cake. Birthday cake, to be exact. But said birthday cake was not the birthday cake, I, Seville the Cat, was expectin' for MY birthday. No sirree. Nope, that ol' birthday cake was carrot cake, and do you know somethin', my friends?
Do you?
Well in case you don't, carrot cake contains carrots. And I, Seville the Cat, don't like carrots, you see. So obviously, it wasn't a very appropriate cake to serve on MY birthday.
Which was disastrous, for sure.
And it gets worse!
Not only did the stupid cake contain carrots, which I don't like, but it DIDN'T contain any of the things I wanted to have in MY birthday cake.
Good things.
Things like salmon and tuna and shrimpy kinda things.
MOUSES!
And not only that...
And not only that, but the cream cheese icin' was the most stupid cream cheese icin' I ever did see. Not a single ounce of catnip in that icin'. Not one! Nope, not even one.
I'm tellin' ya, I don't know who baked that cake but whomever it was did an awful, disastrous job of it, for sure.
Scratch that. I know exactly who baked that cake. And her name would be Peepers.
Stupid peep baked a stupid cake.
AND THERE WAS NO BIRTHDAY CAKE FOR ME.
On MY birthday.
So you see? Aftermath is the appropriate term to be used, for sure.
MOUSES!
And don't even get me started on the lack of prezzies with MY name.
'Course, I was able to circumvent that little issue with a little switcheroo of the tags. Peepers was x'd out and replaced with Seville.
So that particular disaster was avoided.
'Cause one birthday aftermath a year is more than enough, for me.
Don't you agree?
MOUSES!
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Remember to mask up, too.
I think you need a birthday redo
ReplyDeleteYou might have to learn to like carrots Seville!
ReplyDeleteThat is so unfair! Vegetables don't belong in cake. I made Joanie a cake for her birthday- it was canned cat food topped with whipped cream.
ReplyDeleteOh no! What was your peep thinking, Sivvers? What the heck kind of cat birthday cake has carrots in it?! MOUSES!
ReplyDeleteAn enquiring cat such as I wants to know what wonderful presents you got instead of the peep? Heated curlers for taming of the wild look. Or maybe a nip propagator, and niptini decanter?
ReplyDeleteThere is always the second and official birthday to come, for you that is, just like the late ERII.
Toodle pips and purrs
ERin
Someone ought to feel very badly about this, Seville, and it's not YOU!
ReplyDeleteIt would have been tastier if'n it was a mouse cake!
ReplyDeleteWe agree that you need a birthday redo! Carrots are strictly for horses! Bring on the good stuff, and lots of presents too!
ReplyDeletePurrs,
The Chans