Sunday, 19 August 2012

oopsy daisy

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!


22 comments:

  1. Oh CONNIE! Did that hurt your wee knees? Are your pads OK? How far was it?

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    1. Connie is fine but oh-so-happy to hear you're so concerned. Our beach is only five or six feet off the ground. I make the jump all the time. It was the surprise that affected Connie the most, I think. purrs

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  2. That private beach sounds wonderful! All warm and private, perfect! Now, you might want to consider a lifeguard or maybe some safety rails so when you all get so relaxed you don't roll off!! Glad she landed safe.

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  3. Glad your sister landed on all four paws. Bet that surprised her. We like the sand for planting things. It is a whole lot better than the red clay that we have here. Hope all of you have a great Sunday.

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  4. Oopsy! But your beach does sound like a wonderful place for cats to hang out. And not bee disturbed by peeps. Who like the OTHER kind of beach.

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  5. I bet that really your sisfur was practising to be an Olympic diver and that she performed a roll takeoff followed by a double somersault in closed pike position, then a triple twist and a pawfect splash-free landing to score perfect 10s from all judges. Her apparent shock was merely the result of realising she'd scored all those 10s.

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  6. We're impressed with Connie roof antics but we don't think that rolling is too safe on a slanting roof!!
    Luv Hannah and Lucy xx xx

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  7. We won't tell anyone...how undignified!

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  8. Poor Connie! But she probably meant to do it, right? We don't want to embarrass her...

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  9. Was she all embarrassed about rolling off? We bet she told you she meant to do it really.

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  10. Haha! We bet that was something to see!

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  11. Ha ha ha! Way back before history began (the 1970s) the Human hadded a kitty named BooBoo who LOVED to sleep atop the teebee (this was back inna days when teebees actually provided wonderful nappy places because they were BIG and WARM). BooBoo never did quite get the knack of knowing where the edges were. So she'd sleep up there and roll over and klonk her little self onna floor alla times!! She didn't fall very gracefully because 1) she was a-seepin' and 2) the height was not enough for her to get all straightened out in midair so as to land on her neat little paws. The Human used to laugh at her, which wasn't very nice.

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  12. Oh My! Is like the Peep gives her bad luck! Efurry kitty falls sometimes, is not the fall that matters- is the landing. Sounds like Connie stuck her landing like a gymnast! Me gives Connie a 15.9.

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  13. Oh oh...that must have been quite the sight! Bet Connie's pride hurt a whole lot more than the fall itself. Did she do what we would have done in just such a situation? Have a bath? :)

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  14. Poor Connie! That is SO embarrassing ;)
    heehee
    Purrs Tillie and Georgia,
    Tiger,Treasure,JJ and Julie

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  15. Oh Samus has done this too! Tell Connie that it happens to the best of us ;)

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  16. I has just discovered your bloggy and I wuffies it even though I'm a erm *whispers* doggy pawsome blog!

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    1. Awww... thanks so much. My ears have gone all pink from blushing. I have lots of doggy friends and I'm super happy to call you one of them!

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  17. Whoa! Connie girl furriend!! Careful there!! Thank Cod the peep didn't observe that bit of lack of coordination on your part...would have been hard to live down. Hope she sucked it up like a ladycat and walked away all calm and cool like...paw pats, Savannah

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  18. Gosh! I'm so glad Connie is okay. I bet for a moment she thought she was flying! Maybe your peep needs to put up beach bumper guards, like on a baby crib. Love your bloggy, Niss. So proud you are using the Twitter avi I made you. Hugs!

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