Over the course of this past week, you have sallied forth with nonstop mutterings. I am disappointed because most of what we have overheard has been very judgemental.
Nevertheless, in response, I take the high road and refrain from passing judgement. I will, however, defend our position as neutrally as possible.
Firstly, the felines in this establishment understand our responsibility vis-a-vis the delicate predator/prey relationship.
Secondly, we admit to our "recent sloppy, pitiful mousing" (did I quote you correctly?) if you admit to your role in undermining the situation.
Tiggy was on that mouse under the plant stand. He'd have succeeded in waiting it out too. You, however, moved the stand and allowed it to escape. We also know there was a second mouse under the microwave. I was on that one. But, you of course, had to move that stand as well!
You screaming "Get the mousies! Get the mousies!" confused poor grandma into thinking you were yelling at her. Of course, grandma teatering off balance from whipping off her slipper and whacking after the escaping mousies, threw everyone's game off.
Which meant we now had two baby mice on the run with grandma swinging her slipper and you running poor interference, shouting plays at us. How many times do I have to remind you, "UNCLE KEAKS CAN'T HEAR?!?"
I waited almost all day by the china hutch for the mice to come out.
Your glueboards were insulting AND redundant!
Next time, don't have a bedtime snack and you'll not chance upon our "**Half(rhymes with) Mast** work." Tiggy was on that mousie....AGAIN! You could have turned around and pretended you never saw it lolling by the pantry. Oh no, you had to grab a glueboard, corner it, and scoop it up. Duh!...Einstein....
We're sorry about the outcome...
We know you prefer to catch and release!
Next time, a little self-restraint on your part AND wewill put the sloppy work behind us!
Noll, Tiggy, Keaks, & Luigi (who was noticeably absent during the event)
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When you race through the house with enormous bursts of speed and energy, your long limbs and strong strides conquering space and time, when you climb on high to survey your assumed world or sleep secluded in your favorite spot with vigilance and graceful recline, when you groom your regal markings to prim and lustrous form, then, you too are Cheetah.
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Appearing for his second breakfast, Noll found, instead of his blue bowl, a distraught 'Simba' Steiff on the kitchen island. With absolute empathy, Noll listened as the "Simba' Steiff retold his sad story. When 'Simba' Steiff finished, Noll explained to him the unintentional snipping mistake My Own had made over 30 years ago.
"Oh Half-Siamese like me UnSteiff cat, what can I do? I have nobutton in ear. I have no value. I am nothing without my identity tag! A sad cloud fell over the room.
Suddenly, 'Simba' Steiff's face brightened.
"We have the same points, same blue eyes - except for that funny crossing thing going on with you. Did you make a face and it got stuck?No matter....I will be your mini-me AND your shadow!"
Of course even with Noll, empathy has its limits. Briefly, a slightly panicked Noll lost his perfect posture and composure at the suggestion of sharing his space, fame and spotlight...."Uh," Noll stammered...
And necessity being the mother of invention. Noll ran to the hutch and gathered up the tiny Steiffs - monkey, bear, porcupine - huddled in the corner.
As luck would have it, there was one UNSNIPPEDSteiff in the bunch. Jocko! Noll whispered in his ear and carried Jocko over to 'Simba' Steiff.
"SHARING IS CARING!"Noll cried out. "Jocko do your thing!"
And with that matter settled, 'Simba' Steiff happily returned to the hutch.
Of course, now 'Simba' Steiff has a monkey on his back....but that's another story ;)
Having been confounded by the reticent white UnSteiff cat, 'Simba' Steiff ran to the other side of the room."Hallo! ginger UnSteiff cat, I'm 'Simba' Steiff. "What are you looking at? What...the...NOMMY...little brown spineless hedgehogs with pouchy cheeks....swabbing seeds off the deck. Can we eat them?"
"Chipmunks....NOT for eating," the ginger UnSteiff cat replied.
"Ooops, my bad!" 'Simba' Steiff replied. "Ahem, HALLO, Ginger! Where's The Professor and Mary Ann! HA HA HA. Why are you staring at me? Oh, you're admiring my button in ear? It's something isn't it!"
"WHAT?" 'Simba' Steiff exclaimed. "My button in ear is missing? It's a CASTAWAY? Please help me find it! Is it up here on the dining room table. Do you see it?"
"Hey, ginger UnSteiff cat, if your butt is dirty and you sit on the wood table, does it become a 'poop deck'?"
"Ugh.. sorry ginger UnSteiff cat, I meant no offense. It's the nip, the excitement. Where are you going? Is my button over there on the kitchen island? Wait for me!"
"Whoa....big island hop! What do you see? Any sign of my button?" 'Simba' Steiff asked sadly.
"No. Nothing. No button," The ginger UnSteiff cat answered. "But I think I see an uneaten Temptation by the sink....Chow....Good luck, little buddy."
His decision to come in and meet the "UnSteiff" cats having been made, 'Simba' Steiff took one long, wistful look at the garden paradise he had just enjoyed and bellowed"Farewell sweet magic mushroom trail. Auf Weidersehen my gutest, tastey nip!"
"Hallo, Ich bin 'Simba' Steiff," he said enthusiastically to Uncle Keaks. "A world famous "Steiff" with the 'button in ear.'I am quite valuable. You may have seen me in the hutch. Hallo?"
"Whatareyou staring at?"
(You may recall, Keaks is a little hard of hearing.)
"WOW, birds, hey exciting! You do this a lot? Hallo? Anyone home? Woohoo, that nip is potent!"
"Ha Ha...That nip is like totally coursing through my veins like a D-Zug...hee hee... DURCHGANGSZUG.WOO! WOO!!. That's an express train to you. "
"Hey, my name is 'Simba' Steiff. I'm famous and I'm talking to you with my 'button in ear.' What is your name white UnSteiff cat who sits and stares!"
"Hallo!!! 'Simba' Steiff howled one last time. "UnSteiff Cat Got Your Tongue?"--
After 30 odd years locked in a glass hutch alongside porcelain and silver, 'Simba' Steiff seized upon the invitation of an open door. He bolted for the great outdoors! Realizing freedom, 'Simba' Steiff explored a world he had never known.
The simple wooden rail proved exhilarating. The heights made 'Simba' Steiff giddy. Eager for more adventure, his stiff Steiffed legs led him down the magical mushroom path.....
and into a bit of nip...Noll's Nip!Actually, it was a whole lot of premium nip. 'Simba' Steiff had, quite simply, entered the third dimension!
Plied with nip, high as a post, 'Simba' Steiff was beyond containment. From his perch, he spied the 'UnSteiff Cats,' staring out the screen door at him. All those long years, the 'UnSteiffs' had simply passed him by without nary a glance. 'Simba' Steiff wanted back in!