a rose by any other name

They say that "that which we call a rose, by any other word would smell as sweet."

Or so I've heard.

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But does that mean that a window labelled by any other word would also smell as sweet?

Wait a minute, that doesn't even make sense.  Windows don't usually smell sweet.

Oh sure, sometimes they might smell icky.  You know, if somebody were to come along and pee on the outside of 'em, markin' them in case other cats might happen along, or...  Or somethin' like that.  Then that window would smell super icky, I think.

NOT THAT ANYTHIN' LIKE THAT HAS EVER HAPPENED AT MY HOUSE.

But if it had, icky would be the word I would use, for sure.

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But I think I've somehow wandered off topic.

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Okay, so truth be told, I'm not actually talkin' about roses or sweet smellin' things.  I am, however, talkin' about windows.

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So the other day, Saffron was outside when it was a tad chilly.  Well he was wantin' inside, but no one - I repeat, NO one - was comin' to the door.  Not sure if they forgot about him or maybe...  JUST MAYBE...  Maybe it was 'cause he had been in and out multiple times in the past hour, wantin' back out the moment he had come in, and this last time he had only been outside for about five minutes and the peeps were gettin' tired of playin' doorpersons and whatnot.

Or maybe they just needed to pee.

That can happen, you know.  At least it's happened to me.  All of a sudden, I need to use the litterbox and nothin' - I repeat, NOTHIN' - is gonna get in my way.

Between me and litter box, I mean.

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But back to the topic at paw.  Saffy Saffron Sassifras had been out for three... Maybe four minutes, and was wantin' in, BUT NO ONE was standin' by the door to open it for him.

Lazy, no-good-for-nothin' peeps.

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And the next thing Peepers knew...

The next thing Peepers knew, whilst she was upstairs in the spare bedroom, Saffy had made his way up onto the part of the roof that hangs over the veranda.  And he was most definitely wantin' in.

Again.

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And do you know what that ol' peep of mine did?  DO you?

No, she did not immediately run downstairs to call Saffron and let him in the front door.

The downright cheek of it.

No, instead of runnin' downstairs like a responsible, civilized peep might do, Peepers just opened the window, upstairs.

AND SAFFRON WALKED RIGHT THRU.

So there you have it, my friends: sometimes a window can be used as a door and when it is, said window will smell just as sweet.

As sweet as a door.

If, you know, doors made a habit of bein' sweet smellin'.

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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.