and in other news

Didn't snow today.  Peepers didn't have to shovel.

First time this week.

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And in other news...

And in other news, on account of the peep not havin' to shovel, she busied herself munchin' on tea and some crumpets.

Whatever those are.

The crumpets, I mean.

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I'm not sure she - Peepers - knows, either.

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But speakin' of crumpets...

Speakin' of crumpets, imagine, if you will, crumpets that were actually trumpets.  And imagine if Peepers ate those.  And imagine if kitties did, too!

And imagine if said kitties ate crumpets that were actually trumpets and were made outta cheese.

They'd be a-toot-toot-tootin' those cheesy crumpety trumpets, for sure.

On account of the lactose, you see.

My gosh, we'd hear 'em from here to the moon!

We'd probably smell 'em, as well.

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And speakin' of cheese...

Did you know that kitties in my house aren't allowed to eat cheese?

Yeah, one too many tooty-toot-toots put paid to all that.

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And speakin' of puttin' paid...

Well, GETTIN' paid, I should say, 'cause I've been in conversations with the peeps about how they should be payin' me to do my catly duties all 'round the house.  Catchin' mice and all that.  I figure I should get quite a bit for keepin' our house free of mice.

But APPARENTLY, Peepers says that since there aren't any mice...

I'm obviously way too good at my job.

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So I'm thinkin' of investin' in a mouse family or two.  Mice I can have over and entertain, makin' sure the peeps get a really good look.

AND THEN I'll get paid to remove 'em, for sure.

Of course, I'll just ask 'em to hide out in another room, for a bit, where I'll serve 'em more cheesy crumpets, all decked out like trumpets, with multiple pots of strong tea.

'Cause I'm no fool.  Nosirree.

I'm not workin' myself out of ANOTHER job, by demousin' the house, once more.

Not that we ever had any mice.

'Cept for the ones Nissy brought in.

Nope, no...  Nissy liked chipmunks.  Yeah, he only ever brought chippies into our home.

But maybe I could get paid for dechippin' the house, too!

'CAUSE I NEED TO GET PAID SOMETHIN', methinks.  I need to get paid somethin', for sure.  Valentine's Day is later this month and from what I've been told, Peepers doesn't want a used, slobbered over, half torn up nip mouse, again.

My gosh, a kitty gives his peep a slobbered upon nip mouse, burstin' at the seams, for Christmas one year, and a kitty never hears the end of it, for sure.

You'd think those peeps had never heard of the three Rs:  Reduce, REUSE, and recycle.

Did she honestly think I should give her a new one?

Apparently so, WHICH IS WHY, I'm in need of a paycheque, for sure.

But if all else fails, a horked-up hairball might do.  As long as I don't place it INSIDE one of her shoes.

It's thoughtful touches like that, that matter the most.

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