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I know, I know... I know what you're thinkin'. You're thinkin', I, Seville the Cat, cannot possibly be talking 'bout my peep.
And do you know what?
YOU'RE RIGHT.
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Hehehehehehehe...
So about whom am I talkin', you ask?
Could it be...
Could it be...
COULD IT BE, ME?
Meh, probably not. To be totally honest - which, by the way, is the best kinda honest to be - my voice is not overly melodious.
Although to be TOTALLY honest, one of the reasons my voice is not melodious is on account of my not likin' the way the word, melodious, sounds. I mean, it sounds kinda like...
ODIOUS.
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Now if we were talking 'bout Mason's litter box habits...
'Cept Peep #1 says I'm not allowed to talk 'bout my sister's litter box habits anymore.
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And speakin' of Mason, her voice isn't melodious, either.
Mason's voice is more like uh...
Hmmm...
Ever heard a blue jay squawk? Or better yet, ever heard a whole big angry hoard of blue jays squawkin'?
Yeah, well THAT'S what Mason sounds like when she speaks.
Of course, she only speaks when she isn't purrin', and Mason does purr a lot. It's sorta her thing, you see. Purrin', I mean. But when she's not purrin', she's squawkin' like a crazed hoard of angry blue jays, for sure.
Which, at times, might be confused with a nest full of baby crows askin' for food.
Or a nest of hungry dinosaurs, too.
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And speakin' of blue jays, NOTHIN' gets 'em goin' better than when they hear my Peep #1 doin' her caterwaulin' routine.
Yup, word on the street is that orders have come down, straight from the upper echelons in Ottawa, for Peep #1 to stop singin', these days. Yup, TOTAL truth. TOTALLY. I heard it from a guy, who heard it from a guy, who heard it from a weasel, and everythin'.
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Now Andy's voice...
Well that's a chirrupy kinda thing.
'Cept...
'Cept he chirrups in a really needy and demandin' kinda way.
ESPECIALLY when there's food on the go.
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But back to those melodious, dulcet tones I mentioned before. Whose voice sounds anythin' like that?
Well...
WELL THAT WOULD BE RUSHTON, OF COURSE.
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Not super sweet in a sickly kinda way, of course.
Sweet as in...
Well...
SWEET.
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