At my house, we have a beach. Okay, we sort of have two beaches, I suppose. We don't live that near the ocean or anything like that so they're not that kind of beach. In fact, I've never even seen the ocean. Peeps have, of course, but peeps are weird. They don't mind hopping in the car to go over to the shore. I, on the other hand, don't mind hopping up on the car but I'm not fond of being inside it. In my experience, the car knows only how to get to one place... the doctor's office. And you know I don't like that!
Anyway, back to the beaches. Peep #1 complains all the time that we live in a sand pit. Beaches have sand, right? So I'm thinking... the peep must consider the drier parts of the garden to be a lot like a beach. Personally, I would rather think of those sandy bits as a giant litter box but that kind of attitude is frowned upon. At least, that's what I have been told. I've noticed that she doesn't get into any trouble for digging in that sandy stuff. Oh well. The peep can have her sandy ol' sandpit of a garden type beach. She can dig in there as much as she likes, I think. I'll supervise from a position of comfort. A place like my beach!
Bet you're all wondering 'bout this beach of mine. Okay... ours... 'cause I share it with the other cats. Well, you see... At my house, there is a window in the kitchen that the peeps leave open during the day just for us cats. Peeps can't get in and out through it 'cause the window if just way too small for peeps. Even if the glass was gone, it would still be too small for peeps. Unless it was a super-duper small peep but I don't think they make 'em that small. But it's the perfect size for us cats, I think. Just like it was designed especially for us.
The window opens up onto this little roof thingy. It's not a huge roof but it's a good size for us cats. I have seen my peep #1 up on top of this roof on occasion. She has to go on it to wash the outside of windows and once in a while to paint their trim. She hates going up on that roof. Just hates it, she says. It's not all that high off the ground but the roof slants and she gets all nervous about falling off. Silly peep. But that's okay, I think, 'cause that little roof belongs to us cats. It's our beach. The peep needn't be thinking that she can hone in on our private beach. We have standards, you know.
The best part about this beach of ours is that it gets super warm on sunny days. The sun beats down on that roof material and heats it up. Plus, there is reflective heat from the house that makes it even warmer. Even when the air is cool everywhere else in the yard, our beach is nice and warm and comfy cosy for us all to do a little sunbathing. Perfect for us cats. In fact, it's so perfect, it could even be called purrfect. Hehehe... I like that. And I like my beach, too. Lovely way to spend a sunny afternoon.
Well the other day, my sister Constance was up on the beach enjoying a little sun. She was kind of close to the edge and when the peep saw her she said, "Be careful you don't fall off, Connie." I overheard this warning and scoffed at its ridiculousness. A cat fall of the beach? One of us cats with perfect co-ordination and whatnot? What was the peep thinking?
Apparently, the peep was thinking correctly. It does happen on the rare occasion, you know. A few minutes later, Connie enjoyed a good stretch and then rolled over onto her back and then... right off the edge of the beach! I couldn't believe it. She just stood there in the garden, eyes wide open, looking kind of shocked as she tried to fathom what had just happened. My brother Seville went running to Connie's aid. Well actually... he was just being nosey. You know marmalades. They're nosey critters, they are. I, on the other paw, ascertained that my sister was okay and then just gave her a wink and a little "oopsy daisy." These things happen, I told her. Nothing to worry about. You landed like a cat... on all four paws!