Showing posts with label skunk. Show all posts
Showing posts with label skunk. Show all posts

Wednesday, 20 November 2019

there's a WHAAHHHT?

"There's a chipmunk out on the front step," is what the peep said.  Yup, I heard her myself.  Peep #1 was lookin' out the front door, and she said, "There's a chipmunk out on the front step."

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But Peep #2 must have misheard her or something, 'cause the second peep was shocked - SHOCKED, I tell you - to hear there was a skunk out on the veranda.

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They look so much alike, you see, what with their both havin' stripes down their backs.

NOT.

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Now don't get me wrong.  I, Seville the Cat, couldn't care less.  I couldn't care if we had chippies or skunkies or both hangin' about at our front door, 'cause chippies and skunkies are BOTH kinda nice.  Chippies are fun for chasing...

What?  What's that, Peepers?  What's that you're babblin' on about now?

YOU'RE GONNA HAVE TO SPEAK UP, THERE, PEEPERS.  And ENUNCIATE, too!  For a minute I thought you said...

Aw, never mind.

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So anyway, APPARENTLY, chippies are not for chasin', after all.  But what does the peep know, anyway?

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But as I was sayin', chippies and skunkies are both kinda nice.  Cats and skunks are known to get along.  In fact, my Auntie Primrose - may she rest in peace - had a best friend who was a skunk.  Yup, a best friend she used to hang out with under the garden shed.

Or so I am told.

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Chipmunk or skunk, I can get along with either one.  But peeps...

Well peeps are a TOTALLY different matter.  I think it's because peeps, like some dogs, don't know when to keep their noses out of other peeps' business.

Or in this case, skunks.

Their business, I mean.  The SKUNKS' business.

In other words...

In other words, peeps, like some dogs, have a tendency to get a little too close for skunks' comfort, and get themselves SKUNKED.

We cats never do that.

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So you can kinda see why Peep #2 might have concerns 'bout their bein' a skunk on the front step.  A skunk hangin' about, out on the veranda.  A skunk rather close to home, shall we say.

On the other paw, maybe Peep #2 should be MORE concerned 'bout goin' to an ear doctor or a hearin' specialist or maybe a get-the-wax-outta-the-ears practioner, or somethin' like that, 'cause SERIOUSLY, the words chipmunk and skunk do NOT sound alike.

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