I, Seville the Cat, have concerns.That's right, my friends, CONCERNS.
MOUSES!
So anyway...
So anyway, I bet you're all wonderin' about what I am concerned, AND I bet you're all thinkin' it has somethin' to do with the peep.
Well... Yeah. Why else?
MOUSES!
So here's the thing.
Scratch that. So here are the things.
MOUSES!
Here, at my house, we are not yet ready for Christmas. We're not even close! Our house is decoration deficient, for sure. The tree is still not up. The halls are not yet decked. There isn't even a bough of holly to be seen! AND, with Canada Post's rotatin' strike earlier this month, I don't know if Santa even got my letter!!!
MOUSES!
Oh, and I'd like to add to that list, the lack of festive sounds and smells comin' from the kitchen. No nip cookies bakin'. No niptinis bein' stirred. I haven't even detected a whiff of a nip sprig on cheese.
MOUSES!
Plus, the peep SERIOUSLY needs to do somethin' with her hair. I mean, if Santa gets a look at that... WHATEVER it is on her head, he'll probably climb right back up the chimney without leavin' a thing.
That is if he got my letter in the first place.
MOUSES!
WHAT IF Santa didn't get my letter at all? What if he's thinkin' I don't want prezzies for Christmas? What if... ?
MOUSES!
But back to that tree.
Or MISSIN' tree, that is.
Yup, you heard right. The Christmas tree is STILL not up, and it's less than two weeks 'til Christmas. Oh sure, the peep did bring out the heavy duty vacuum and give the livin' room a really good clean, but to be honest, I think she just did that to annoy me.
MOUSES!
And yeah, she even used the new pet mess carpet cleaner on some uh...
AND WHO THE MOUSES MAKES A CARPET CLEANER SPECIFICALLY FOR PET MESSES, ANYWAY?
I DON'T CARE HOW WELL IT WORKS!
It's insultin' as all get out.
MOUSES!
And whatever you're thinkin', those messes?
THEY WERE NOT MADE BY ME.
It was some other orange kitty, for sure.
And...
And...
And?Oh yeah, 'bout that missin' tree.
It is still not up.
It's still undecorated.
It' still...
STILL...
MISSIN'.
And that, my friends, is a moused-up, peep-caused travesty.
MOUSES!
