So last night, the two peeps were having a little chat and the second peep asked the first peep about something. I'm not really sure what it was 'cause I wasn't paying that much attention. They have such boring conversations, those two peeps. But then I heard peep #1 answer, "No, that's the last of the scotch."
The last of the scotch? My ears pricked right up when I heard this. This is terrible, I thought. No more trips to the human nip store? What??? This can't be. The nip store has the very best paper bags on earth! No one has paper bags like the nip store. They're the perfect size for getting into and for playing and napping. And they're super strong, too. They last a long time. I think I even did a whole post on them once. Yes, they're THAT good.
Surely the nip store must have more scotch, I said to my peeps. Surely you can hop in the car and get some more... along with a paper bag or two. Have you run out of money? Is that why there is no more scotch? Do you still have money to buy the really important stuff in life like our food and treats and CATNIP? Is this lack of money why I have yet to experience the bliss that is the silvervine? I gulped hard before asking, do you need me to get a job? Do you want me to start putting ads on my blog?
In answer to this, Peep #1 looked down at me kindly and said, "Silly Nissy... I'm talking about butterscotch."
Ahhh.... then I understood.
You see, every Wednesday night peep #1 goes to caterwauling practise. The peeps there all claim it's some sort of singing thing but we all know what it really is... it's caterwauling. I think I once did a whole post on that, too. Every week, the peep takes this big jar with her filled with these candy things called butterscotch. She makes them herself from a recipe she got out of a cookbook published by the nice people at Gooseberry Patch. It's a bit of a palaver, I think - and it takes her attentions away from ME, which is not good - but the caterwauling peeps all seem to like the candies a lot plus, they pay a quarter for every one they eat and all that money goes to my friends at the Valley Waag Animal Shelter. Pretty neat stuff... even if I do lose out on some cuddling time.
Anywho... around this time every year, caterwauling practise ends for the season. Thank goodness for that! My ears can only take so much, you know. So, as there are no more regular rehearsals, the peep doesn't have to make any more butterscotch until the fall. This is kind of good for two reasons. Firstly, now the peep will get to stay home with me on Wednesday nights and spend more time tickling my tummy and giving me kisses and whatnot. Secondly, I won't have to listen to her caterwaul. That's the best part, you know. Ooohhh... the very best. Believe me... if you heard her, you'd agree.