If you can.
HEY PEEPERS!
HEY! PEEPERS! The kettle is boilin'.
And its uncontrolled boilin' is drivin' me crazy.
MOUSES!
What? What's that? What's that you're babblin' on about now?
I AM NOT already crazy.
I don't think.
MOUSES!
So anyway...
So anyway, the peeps have a problem; and their problem has turned into mine. Yup, their problem is that the kitchen kettle that's supposed to whistle when the water is ready, no longer whistles. It's a case of a whistlin' kettle not whistlin' while it works 'cause its whistle ain't workin', for sure.
MOUSES!
The problem arose a few days ago. Peepers wanted to make tea but when she went to pour the water into the teapot, a piece of kettle fell off. Yup, a piece fell right off the kettle!
Then magically rolled under the fridge.
All on its own.
Okay, so it had a little help rollin' under the fridge and to tell you the truth, it didn't so much roll - although it was round in parts - as it was pushed.
Pushed... Batted... Whatever.
MOUSES!
But the point, I do believe, is that the piece of the kettle that now resides under the refrigerator was, in fact, the kettle's whistle.
So really...
So really, it's a case of a whistlin' kettle not whistlin' while it works 'cause the whistle ain't there, for sure.
Or somethin' like that.
MOUSES!
And for the record, Peepers can't whistle, either. She never could. Never learned. But that is neither here nor there as she isn't a kettle.
I don't think.
MOUSES!
But now I, Seville the Cat, HAVE AN ENORMOUS PROBLEM on my wee little paws. Whereas I used to find the sound of that whistlin' kettle extremely annoyin', the cloud of hot steamy water bein' pumped into the air that I breathe with the possibility of smoke followin' said steam if the kettle should happen to boil dry on account of Peepers not knowin' the kettle is boiling 'cause it's no longer whistlin', is worse. Way, way, WAY worse, to be sure.
So I, Seville the Cat, have offered to buy Peepers a new kettle.
Okay, so really I, Seville the Cat, have offered to take Peepers to the store so that she can buy a new kettle.
Okay, so REALLY I, Seville the Cat, have told Peepers to get off her stupid ol' lazy tail and go buy herself a kettle.
Before she ends up burnin' my house down to the ground.
Or somethin' like that.
MOUSES!
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Remember to mask up, too.
