a day for the peep

Happy Peep's Day, Peepers.  HAPPY PEEP'S DAY!

Now just hear me out.  I think that...

What?  What's that, Peepers?  What's that you're babblin' on about now?

Oh.  Well, yeah.  Yeah, you're welcome and all that.

But just hear me out.  Peepers, every year you...

What?  What's that, Peepers?  What's that you're babblin 'on about now?

Oh.  Well that actually wasn't from me.  Not sure it was from Saffron, either.  Saffy and I both know you're not in favour of us chasin' down and catchin' the local wildlife, so we do our best not to do that sorta thing.  You know some other kitty that might be leavin' dead mousies on the front doorstep for you?

DON'T ANSWER THAT.  I don't wanna know.

MOUSES!

But just hear me out.  The thing is...

WHAT THE MOUSIE MOUSIN' MOUSES ARE YOU BABBLIN' ON ABOUT NOW?

Fine.  I know.   I do know I really shouldn't be raisin' my voice to you on Peep's Day.

But on the other paw...

YOU SHOULDN'T BE CONSTANTLY INTERRUPTIN'.

MOUSES!

So let's try this one more time, shall we?  Now just hear me out.  I think...

*pauses while waiting to be interrupted again*

Well, that's better for sure.  Okay, Peepers, just hear me out.  I'd like to point out that we do this Peep's Day thing-a-ma-jig every year.  Every. Single. Year.  Yup, every year on the second Sunday of May, we have a day just to celebrate you.

So my question is...

WHY THE MOUSES DO WE NOT HAVE A CAT'S DAY EVERY YEAR, TOO?

I mean, you are so very, VERY lucky to have the pleasure of havin' Saffy and me livin' with you.  We give you so much love and attention.  We purr, keepin' your bones all healthy and stuff.  We make messes which get you up off your tush, makin' sure you get your exercise in.  We prime your yarn with slobber when you knit.  Saffy has even taken to taking important things you might happen to drop, and tucking 'em away in incredibly safe places.

FYI, you might try lookin' for that earring you lost last week under the family room chesterfield.  You'll probably find it there with about a dozen or so pens.

MOUSES!

AND WE WOULD BOTH GLADLY HELP keep the house clean and tidy by lappin' up any spilled cream.

If you'd be so kind as to spill some cream, that is.

MOUSES!

So I was thinkin', ol' peep of mine...

WHY-OH-WHY ISN'T THERE A CAT'S DAY ONCE A YEAR, TOO?

Just think, you could go out and buy me a Happy Cat's Day card.  Wrap up a few prezzies like wand toys and a new biff bag or two.  A potted catnip plant for indoors wouldn't go amiss.

And then we could celebrate by havin' a top notch din-din of wild salmon florentine, garnished with a sprig of fresh catnip, along with a nice big saucer of cream.

And then...

What?  What's that, Peepers?  What's that you're babblin' about now?

You're sayin' that short of the Happy Cat's Day card and the big bowl of cream, to some extent, EVERY day is Cat's Day 'round here?

Well, I suppose that to SOME extent you might be right.

But I also think you could do a whole lot better.

But who am I to judge?

MOUSES!

Oh, and by the way, Peepers.  There's another dead mouse outside the front door.  And when you go out, mind where you step.  I think Saffron might have horked up a hairball in lieu of a card.

HAPPY PEEP'S DAY, PEEPERS!

Enjoy it while it lasts.

MOUSES!

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And remember:

IF IN DOUBT,

DON'T. GO. OUT.

Continue to practice SOCIAL DISTANCIN' measures

AND KEEP WASHIN' YOUR PAWS.

MOUSES!

Remember to mask up, too.