mornin', Sunshine

Mornin', Sunshine.  It's been a few days.

MOUSES!

I know, I know...  I know what you're thinkin'.   You're thinkin' I'm now callin' Peepers, Sunshine.

Or...

Or maybe you're thinkin' I've met a beautiful ladycat who's new to the neighbourhood and I'm callin' HER Sunshine, these days.

Or...

Or maybe you're thinkin' that...

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

You wanna know when I started callin' you Sunshine?

I didn't.  Not once have I ever in all my nine lives called you Sunshine, ol' peep of mine.  Not even once.

Oh sure, I've called you lots of other things over the years.  Some good, some not so good, and even a few, I have to admit, kinda pretty bad.

Oh, like remember when I started callin' you Tyrannasaurus rex on account of your bein' so ancient that you lived way back then, when the dinosaurs roamed the Earth?  Not to mention the fact that you really do kinda look like ol' Rexy Baby when someone accidentally wakes you up at four in the mornin' by steppin' on your face 'cause your face happens to be in someone's way.  And then, because your face has the audacity of not bein' level, like level ground would be, someone might feel like they're slippin' down when accidentally steppin' on it, necessitatin' said someone to dig his claws in, which is probably the sensation that woke you up in the first place.  REMEMBER?

You don't?

Hmmm...

Oh yeah, I think I might have decided to keep that name for you, to myself.

Well, me and my fur-sibs at the time.

And a few other neighbourhood cats.

Oh, and those two dogs who lived at the other end of the street.

You know, in case you didn't find Tyrannasaurus rex all that complementary.

On account of ol' Rexy Baby REALLY needin' a better quality skincare routine.

MOUSES!

But anyway...

But anyway, Peepers, even though you didn't know 'bout my callin' you Tyrannasaurus rex behind your back, perhaps you remember when I used to call you...

Never mind.  I think I kept that name for you to myself, too.  To be honest, that one kinda made Tyrannasaurus rex sound pretty good.

Hehehehehehehehehe.....

Oh!  But remember when I used to call you...

Scratch that.  That one I also put on the not-to-her-face list of names, I do believe.

And remember...

Nope, I never did get around to usin' that one.

When I come to think of it, ol' Peep of mine, there aren't a lot of names for you, I've actually used.  And that, dear peep, includes the name, Sunshine.

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

You wouldn't mind bein' called Sunshine, you say?

Hmmm...

But then what would I call the actual sun?  How would the sun know I was talkin' to it and not talkin' to you?  How would the sun know I was happy to see it finally - FINALLY! - make an appearance after a dreary and gloomy long weekend like the one we just had?  HOW WOULD IT KNOW?

Good grief, a kitty wakes up all happy to find sunpuddles all over the place, makes a point of recogizin' the sun's contribution to said sunpuddles, and peeps think said kitty is talkin' to them.

JUST WHEN DID YOU MAKE ME A GARDEN FULL OF SUNPUDDLES, PEEPERS?  WHEN?

There are some things only a sun is able to do.

MOUSES!

And just for the record, the sunpuddles today have been most excellent, for sure.

MOUSES!