private line

Now let me get this straight.

So you're sayin'...

What I think you're tellin' me is...

I'm sure I've got this right.

I HAVE MY OWN PRIVATE PHONE LINE, NOW?

Sweet.

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I know, I know...  I know what you're thinkin'.  You're thinkin' that I, Seville the Cat...

Oh why don't I just tell you.  I, Seville the Cat, now have my very own, private phone line.

Just as it should be.

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That's right, and I shall fill you in on all the details.  Months and months and months ago - maybe even years - the peeps started gettin' calls for this guy named...  Hmmm...  Well, we'll call him Mr X, so as to maintain his privacy.

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But anyway...

But anyway, some legal office in Ontario kept callin' for Mr X over and over and over again.  But there was no Mr X livin' here.  And I would know, on account of MY livin' here and knowin' all the names of all the peeps who have ever so much as stepped paw in my house, not to mention lived in it.

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So after ascertainin' that I, Seville the Cat, had not at some point gone by the name of Mr X, myself - which I hadn't - Peepers got on the blower to this office to tell 'em that not only did Mr X not live here, but she didn't even know anyone goin' by that name.  And she told 'em not to phone here anymore.

But they kept on phonin'!

Thing is, they weren't actually callin' our number.  They were callin' some OTHER number but the calls were all comin' here.

So a month or two ago, it was finally suggested that Mr X was forwardin' his calls to our number, but that didn't make all that much sense on account of our only gettin' SOME of his calls.  You'd think we'd get 'em all, if that were the case.  Right?  Right.

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But yesterday, when the calls started up once more, the guy at the law office gave Peepers the actual number they've been dialin'.  This was perhaps kinda by accident as by this time Peepers was not only annoyed, but was also bein' super annoyin'.  And sure enough, the number he gave her wasn't ours.

Or was it...

Duh duh duh DUH....

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Well after waitin' on hold - for what seemed like at least one of a cat's lifetimes - to speak with our phone service provider's customer service, only to be referred to technical support where she waited on hold again, only to MYSTERIOUSLY lose the connection once she finally got through...  And after callin' once more and waitin' on hold AGAIN to speak with technical support, she was able to get a few answers.  A few answers, but not all.

She had to phone customer service again.

*sighs*

But now it's all sorted!

We hope.

Got my paws crossed, for sure.

Apparently, the number the law office has for this Mr X is an INACTIVE number that has been reserved for my peeps in case they might, at some future date, wanna use it, even though no one ever, ever, EVER said anythin' about it to any of us.  Weird, right?  Yeah, most definitely weird.  And in the meantime, if anyone does dial the number, it goes straight through to our real one.  Our real number, I mean, but with a different soundin' ring.

So the bottom line is, our phone service provider has RESERVED a number for...

ME.

At least that's how I see it.

So now, the next time Santa wants to call me, he can call me at my new number.  I'll know it's from him on account of it havin' a very special double ring.  And only I, Seville the Cat, will be allowed to answer.

Again, that's how I see it.

Now I just have to write to Santa and tell him 'bout my new private line.  No need for him to have to keep leavin' messages with the peeps.

'Cause they're really not very good at writin' said messages down, correctly.

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And remember:

IF IN DOUBT,

DON'T. GO. OUT.

Continue to practice SOCIAL DISTANCIN' measures

AND KEEP WASHIN' YOUR PAWS.

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Remember to mask up, too.