I need a throne, Peepers. I'm definitely in need of a throne.
Why to sit on, of course. Why do you think?
Oh never mind. Don't bother answerin'.
'Cause your answer is likely to be stupid, that's why.
Most of 'em are.
MOUSES!
But back to the business at paw. Peepers, I am most definitely in need of a throne.
MOUSES!
What? What's that, Peepers? What's that you're babblin' on about now?
I already told you. To sit on. I need a throne to sit upon. That's what thrones are for, you know. Thrones are for providin' cats places to sit.
I swear, sometimes I think my peeps know absolutely nothin'.
MOUSES!
What? Why? Why do I need a throne for sittin'?
'CAUSE MY CROWN MIGHT FALL OFF IF I'M MOVIN' ABOUT.
By gosh and by golly, Peepers. It's like I have to explain EVERYTHIN' to you.
MOUSES!
Okay, I shall endeavour to explain further. When I'm wearin' my crown, Peepers, I need to sit still. 'Cause if a kitty goes runnin' around here, there, and everywhere whilst wearin' his crown, said crown is likely to fall off. It's not like crowns are glued to your head, you know. There's a balancin' act that has to be done.
So whilst wearin' my crown, I need a nice solid gold throne in order to sit down.
Okay, so it doesn't have to be solid gold. Gold platin' should do.
What?
Fine. Gold paint is okay.
I suppose.
But it definitely needs a soft, plush velvet cushion. Royal blue. Or emerald green. You know, somethin' that enhances my gorgeous marmalade furs, and...
What?
IT HAS TO BE COMFY. It has to be comfy so that I can sit on my throne for long periods of time. And pose and look all regal and stuff whilst wearin' my crown which, by the way, really does need to be solid gold. Gold as in gold. As in real. Real gold. Not cheap, tacky ol' stuff.
And definitely not simply paint.
And...
What? What's that, Peepers? What's that you're babblin' on about NOW?
Oh.
That.
Hmmm....
Okay, so perhaps I forgot to mention this earlier: I need a crown, Peepers. I'm definitely in need of a solid gold crown.
'CAUSE IT'S IN KEEPIN' WITH MY IMAGE, YOU SEE. I should be treated like royalty. And if a kitty wants to be treated like royalty, a kitty needs to look the part. King of the Jungle, and all that, and...
What?
KING OF THE GARDEN THEN.
Garden... Jungle of weeds... Whatever.
MOUSES!
But back to this crown. Peepers, I'm not quite sure where one orders such things but perhaps you can figure it out.
I mean, you must be good for somethin'.
Right?
Probably.
I suppose.
MOUSES!
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Remember to mask up, too.
