Of course I'm hot. Tell me somethin' I don't already know, Peepers. MOUSES!Although actually, as today is a whole lot cooler than the last few days, I guess I'm not quite as hot now, as I was then, but...
But that's not what you were talkin' about, right? You weren't talkin' about the weather and stuff. You were talkin' about how I was hot.
Although really, Peepers, I'm not sure it's all that appropriate for you to be talkin' about my hotness. I mean, you're not just any ol' peep. You're MY peep. You're my peep as in the peep who is my non-fur mum. Like, as in my mum. My mom. My furless mom. You know... Whatever.
But the thing is, everyone knows it's inappropriate for mums to be talkin' about their boys' hotness. That's like the makings of some kinda horrible, REALLY CREEPY, Reality TV.
Either that or an episode of Law and Order SVU. MOUSES!
Of course, it IS okay for you to mention, every now and then, within reason, how handsome I am in the marmalade glory that is me.
You know, especially if you happen to be mentionin' it to the LADYCATS out there.
But really... REALLY! Really, it is simply not okay for you, my non-fur mum, to ever describe me usin' the word, hot. Not unless, of course, you actually ARE talkin' about the weather. But as you and I both know that's not what you were doin', I'm gonna have to put my paw down and say somethin' right here, right now. That's right, I'm gonna have to say no to your talkin' about my bein' hot.
What? What's that, Peepers? What are you babblin' on about now?
Oh. Haught. HAUGHT. Haught? What kinda stupid word is haught? MOUSES!
Is it some kind of alternative spellin' for hot? 'Cause if it is, it's still not okay for you to say I'm haught. That's still way too creepy in a really creepy kinda way.
What? What's that, Peepers? What are you continuing to babble on about to yourself?
OHHH... Not haught. Haughty. So you weren't callin' me hot. You were sayin' I was haughty.
Like as in a HOTTIE?Oh my mouses, no. No! No, Peepers. NO! NO, NO, NO! Callin' me a hottie is even more inappropriate than sayin' I'm hot. It's like one of the most inappropriate things a mum can ever say about her boy. It's vergin' on disgustin' in a really disgustin' kinda way!
What? What's that, Peepers? You're STILL babbling on 'bout stuff to yourself?
OHHH... You weren't callin' me a hottie. You were sayin' I'm haughty.
Well that's a totally different story. Oh yeah, it's fine for mums to be callin' their boys haughty. Nothin' weird, creepy, or disgusting 'bout that...
WAIT A MINUTE.
I JUST REMEMBERED WHAT THE WORD HAUGHTY MEANS.
MOUSES!
No Peepers. NO! No, it is not okay for you to be callin' me haughty. It might not be creepy or disgustin' but it's.... It's.. It's... IT'S RUDE! Yeah, it's rude as all get out and...
What? What? What's that Peepers? You're still babblin' on about stuff? STILL?
Oh. So you didn't just call me haughty. What you actually did was refer to me as His Royal Haughtiness.
Hmmm...
Well that kinda gives me a title, doesn't it?
His ROYAL Haughtiness.
HIS Royal Haughtiness.
His Royal HAUGHTINESS.
HMMM...
And I've always wanted a title.
Yeah, yeah, I know. I'm rememberin' what the word means.
But like I said, I've always wanted a title. So...
His ROYAL Haughtiness.
We'll go with that.
MOUSES!
