Sunday, 12 August 2012
A few weeks ago, peep #1 made me a promise. She promised, no more flower shows. I thought she was telling me the truth. I thought I could trust her. I thought that when she gave me her word, she would keep it.
Well, you can imagine my surprise yesterday morning when the peep got up bright and early. Well, it was early. I'm not too sure how bright she was. You know peeps. Anyway, it was earlier than normal for my ol' peep to be getting up.
She was rushing around trying to get stuff done in, if you ask me, a somewhat frazzled state. But the stuff she was doing wasn't the important stuff like washing my plates and serving me my breakkie. No, instead she was making coffee, checking e-mails and getting dressed in a dress. And she was gathering things like a notebook and pen. I thought to myself, this can't be good and, as usual, I was right.
I was staring at her with that cold hard stare we cats have perfected beyond the point of perfection and she must have felt the back of her neck burning from my laser beams beaming right through her 'cause that's when she said it. She said, "Nissy, peep #2 will be up shortly. Peep #2 is going to get you your breakfast this morning. I have to go to a flower show."
Well, those words nearly knocked me right off my paws. Yes, all four of my paws. All four all at once. I felt like I had taken a blow to the head with a big ol' puffer fish or something. I couldn't believe my ears. Flower show? Flower show??? There were to be no more flower shows! I thought that had been decided.
The peep then explained that she wasn't helping to organise this flower show nor was she entering anything in it. She was going to be one of the judges at the show. She said this was completely different from the aforementioned atrocities. I gave her my most doubtful, truly perplexed ears look. Hmmm... I thought. This peep is making stuff up as she talks. She's just making stuff up out of her head!
Well, before I knew it, the peep was out the door and I was left to my own devices. I sat there, in the middle of the kitchen floor, barely noticing when peep #2 arrived, asking what I'd like for my breakkie. I was in a state of shock, I suppose. I barely even remember eating my breakkies although they must have been good 'cause apparently, I cleaned the plate right up.
I was still sitting there when peep #1 arrived home. Okay, I actually had quite a busy day in between filled with naps and grooming and naps and exploring and more naps but when I heard her car pull into the driveway, I made a bee-line for the kitchen and posed exactly where she had seen me last. We cats have the give-the-ol'-peeps-the-guilt-trip down pat, you know. Wanted to give her the impression I had been pining all day for her. Pining accompanied with grave indifference, of course. It worked, I think.
Worst thing was, the ol' peep seemed to have enjoyed judging the flower show. She said the flowers were all super pretty. She was raving on and on and on about some kind of stinky old roses. Okay, she didn't say stinky. She said beautifully fragrant. I was translating there. Anyway, I'm thinking she'll be planting some of those stinky roses in my garden next summer 'cause the peep would simply not stop blathering on about them.
What I'd like to know is this.... where's the nip? Shouldn't flower shows have nip? If you're gonna go judge a flower show, ol' peep of mine, make sure there are some classes for nip, okay? And there should be samples of the nip to bring home, I should think. Bring home for us cats... not peeps. I mean, isn't nip the the most important kind of flower in the whole wide world? In the entire universe, perhaps? I should think so! MOUSES! Don't peeps know anything?