one of those days

You ever have one of those days...

One of those days, when...

Well, when you feel like you should be apologisin' for somethin' but you're not exactly sure what that somethin' might be?

Yeah, me neither.

'CAUSE AS A CAT, I DON'T NEED TO APOLOGISE TO ANYONE, YOU SEE. 

MOUSES! 

So I woke up this mornin' to Peepers givin' Saffy and me dirty looks.  Oh sure, she fed us and wished us a good mornin' and gave us both scritches on the backs of our heads, but there was also that look.

And I didn't appreciate said look, one bit.

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And for the nine lives of me, I have ABSOLUTELY NO IDEA what it is she thinks one of us did.

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Yeah, yeah, there was some kibble scattered all over the kitchen floor.  So I guess it might have been that.

Nah, the scatterin' of kibble is quite commonplace around here.  There's no need for dirty looks because of that.

And there was some stuff knocked off the ol' kitchen table.  Guess it MIGHT have been that.

Nah, that stuff was in Saffy's way.  I know that for a fact.  If Peepers didn't want said stuff knocked down, it shouldn't have been left on the table.

Oh, and then there was the compost bowl thingy found lyin' on the floor.

Nah, it COULDN'T have been that.  The bowl was completely empty, you see.  And anyway, do I look like a cat who would knock a bunch of compost onto the kitchen floor?

Okay, so maybe I do, but regardless, LIKE I SAID, the bowl was empty when it hit the floor.

All on its own.

Without ANY help.

Except for gravity, of course.

Besides, bowls shouldn't be left on counters so close to the edge.  That's just askin' for trouble, that is.  Peepers should really be more careful where she leaves things like that.

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But you know, EVEN THOUGH I CAN'T THINK OF A SINGLE THING that would cause Peepers to give Saffy and me dirty looks, I'm still feelin' this weird need to apologise.

And I'm not likin' that feelin', one bit.

Why, what if Santa were to hear 'bout this nasty affair and think that if I'm thinkin' I should be apologisin', maybe I should? 

You know what they say 'bout where there's smoke, there is fire, and all that stuff like that.

And what if, all because of Peepers' stupid dirty looks, Saffron and I land on Santa's Naughty List and get nothin' but lumps of coal instead of the nip?

Why, if somethin' like that were to happen, it would be Peepers who would need to be apologisin'.  Yup, it would be Peepers who should be apologisin' to ME.

And Saffy, I guess.

But mainly to me.

'Cause I have a reputation to uphold.

So really, that feelin' I've felt since this mornin' is probably just my catlike ability to read the emotions of others and empathise, and...

AND WHAT I'M REALLY FEELIN' IS PEEPERS' FEELIN' OF HER NEEDIN' TO APOLOGISE TO ME.

And now it all makes total sense, to be sure.

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Oh Peeeee-perrrrrrrrrrssssssssssss...

You have somethin' you need to be sayin' to me?

MOUSES!