Wednesday, 7 March 2012
Well, you should have seen the sight. I had a good view as I had been sitting on the couch, in the family room, supervising. Yeah, the peep often needs my supervision. Cats came from everywhere. Constance emerged from under the couch, Beatrice appeared from behind the big chair. I think my Auntie Primrose had been in her favourite nesty-type thing but she made an appearance, too. And then there were Seville and Auntie Snowdrop... not to mention Mason and my dad, Jacob. Just about all the cats in my family made an appearance.
As they approached the peep - and the bag with the nip - they all held their noses up in the air, and were sniffing. Sniffing the wonderful scent that is the nip. Where was the nip? Who had the nip? How were they gonna get the nip? You can imagine the thoughts going through their minds. Catnip is very serious business, you know.
It's a good thing I'm not afraid of cats 'cause actually, if I were, it could have been one spooky sight. Good also, 'cause I am a cat. That could cause some emotional issues... if you know what I mean.
Anyway, the peep was able to fend the cats off. It was difficult. I tried to help her but then I thought... "No, I want some of the nip, too." So actually, I wasn't much help at all. Actually.... yeah, we won't get into that.
Finally, the peep got all the mice finished. Once that was done, she sprinkled the remaining nip on the floor and scratching post, the couch and the chairs. We sniffed it and rolled around in it and had oh-so-much fun.
Mason got a little inebriated though. So did Seville. Next thing I knew there were paws flying everywhere. That's when peep #2 walked into the room and yelled, "Bar Fight!" Oh, how embarrassing. My sister and brother really must learn how to hold their nip. I know you can't see me right now but - trust me - I'm holding my head in my paws and shaking it gently back and forth. And in case you were wondering... yes, that is a picture of my sister Mason, sleeping it off. I repeat, how embarrassing.