The peeps have been saying all week long that they were gonna lose an hour. I thought this was weird. But then, lots of things peeps do are. You get used to it after a while.
When I first heard about this impending loss, I thought to myself, "If you know you're gonna lose something, why don't you take extra special care with it so that it doesn't get lost?" I mean, really. That's what I would do. If I thought I was about to lose something, I'd be extra careful with it. Like I am with my nip when other cats are about. That's the smart thing to do.
I saw peep #1 looking in the calendar for this missing hour. Couldn't believe my eyes. How's an hour gonna fit in a calendar? Now to be honest, I don't know exactly how big an hour is but... well... I figure it's too big to fit between two sheets of paper. Most things are.
So while the silly peeps were doing their silly search through the pages of the calendar for this supposedly lost hour thingy, I decided to look outside in the yard. Far more likely to be there, I thought. Things get lost outside all the time. I looked behind bushes and peeked under some leaves. I even gazed way, way up in the trees. (He he... that rhymes!) Not finding this hour in the garden, I came back inside and checked all over the house... in cupboards and closets and everything. I didn't bother with the peep's purse 'cause I know that things get lost in there all the time, never to be found again. If this missing hour was in her purse, it was a goner. That's pretty much a sure thing.
I was really stumped. How the mouses do you lose and hour? And just where the mouses could it be? I had pretty much gone over the entire house by this time and was beginning to think that it was, in fact, in the peep's purse... also known as the 'black hole' although actually... the purse is grey. Silly peep.
Then, I hear peep #2 say something about getting the hour back in November. Arrrgh! If the peeps know the hour will be back in November, then they must know where it is. If you know where something is, it can't really be lost! My gosh peeps are frustrating. I suppose it should be expected though... after all... they're only peeps.
Something else odd happened this week. Usually, I'm up before the peeps. Sometimes I even have to get them up. But this morning, I slept in. My breakfast was served about an hour early today. That's a bit of coincidence... don't you think? I mean, the thing about it being about 'an hour' early. 'Cause we were just talking about hours and things. Kink of weird. Just like my peeps.