Could It Be... Mickey?

It's me, Marilyn MonREOW, blogging again today. While sitting on Momma's desk, I noticed Brainball, Mao, and Dorydoo on the window perch, very intent on the goings-on outside.

Marilyn MonREOW: What do you guys see? Could it be... Mickey Mantle, pray tell? *swoon* Has he come to see me? Is he going to serenade me, will he quote Shakespeare by my window to woo me?

(imagines she hears:)

"But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?
It is the east, and Marilyn MonREOW is the sun.
Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,
Who is already sick and pale with grief,
That thou her maid art far more fair than she:
Be not her maid, since she is envious;
Her vestal livery is but sick and green
And none but fools do wear it; cast it off.
It is my lady, O, it is my love!"

Dorydoo: Oh, knock it off, prisspot Marilyn! It isn't Mickey! Must you behave like a walking powder puff all the time? Sheesh.

Brainball: I don't see anykitty out there. But I sure smell something mighty peculiar *sniff, sniff*. I believe we have a skunk near our perimeter.

Chairman Mao: hehehehehe, silly Marilyn. I know Mickey would smell a lot better than a skunk.





Marilyn MonREOW: Well, of course Mickey smells better than a skunk. I figured that smell was coming from you three stinkers, so nyah nyah!





Dorydoo: Nyah yourself!





Marilyn MonREOW (singing softly and dreaming of the Mick): "Someday my prince will come...."