It was the best of times. It was the worst of times. Awww... who am I kidding? It was the BEST of times for sure!
It was Thursday and the peeps had to run some errands which were pretty much gonna take up most of the afternoon. I had peep #1's lap booked for tummy tickles and ear scritches for that night while we watched The Big Bang Theory, together. The peep promised me that she would be back in plenty of time so I said it would be okay for her to do her errands.
Now, I have to explain something. For several days prior to this, that nosey neighbour cat had been in my house. That's right... in my house... for several days! The peeps had let him in at some point during the previous weekend. Well, he went and made himself right at home - right there in my house - and refused to leave! Could you believe it? And it gets worse. One night, he thought he'd venture into my family room. I mean... it's bad enough that he's in my house, eatin' my food, usin' my litter boxes and breathin' my air but then he wants to hone in on my personal time and space with my peeps, too? MOUSES!!!
Well, on Thursday morning, nosey neighbour cat went outside. Yoo-hoo! YOO-HOO!!! It was a mild and perfectly acceptable day for a cat to be out. The peeps were hopin' he'd venture across the street to his own house. That's right... he has a house. And it's a perfectly good house. And he has his very own peeps and they're super-duper nice. His mom is actually a friend of mine. That's right... even though I'm pretty cautious with strangers, I let nosey neighbour cat's mom gaze upon me and say nice things 'bout me and whatnot. She's a nice mom. Don't know why he's always comin' over my house when he has a perfectly good mom of his own. MOUSES!
Anywho... the peeps knew they were gonna be gone all afternoon and nosey neighbour cat was outside so they left the kitchen window closed. My fur-family and I were all inside my house and nosey neighbour cat was outside my house and I just knew in my heart this was gonna turn out to be a good day. I was able to eat and drink and play with my toys with no sign of a nosey neighbour cat on the horizon. Ahhh....
By the time the peeps got home, it was late and already dark. Guess who was outside my back door, waiting to get in. That's right... nosey neighbour cat. But do you know what happened next? Peep #1 spoke nicely to him and told him they were gonna go to his house. She called to him and nosey neighbour cat got up on all four paws and went to the peep. Then, if you can believe it, he walked with the peep back to his own house. I wouldn't have believed it myself had I not seen it with my very own eyes. There the two of them were, walkin' side by side, down my driveway, across the street and up his driveway to his door. Nosey neighbour cat's mom came to the door and picked up that cat and - I am told - he just sort of melted into her arms. Happy as a clam to be home, he was. Happy as a clam! Hmmm... are clams really happy? That's what they say. Bet they're not happy at clam bakes though. Just thinkin'...
Why the peep never thought of takin' that nosey neighbour cat back to his own house before, I will never understand but my point is, nosey neighbour cat was then in his very own house again with his very own peeps. Once again, I had my peeps all to myself. Glorious, I tell you... GLORIOUS!
But the best part of the day was still to come. The car was loaded up with stuff gathered durin' the peeps' errands. It was pretty good stuff including a whole whack of tins containing some of my very favourite kinds of food. All those bags had to be brought inside the house and it was gonna take a whole lot of trips back and forth between the car and the back door to do it. I decided to help the peep.
It was exactly one degree, Celsius, below zero which is a perfectly comfortable temperature for an evening romp. Clouds prevented the moon and the stars from lightin' up the yard but the back door light was on and its light was bein' reflected every which way by the snow. And that snow had a kind of crusty surface 'cause it had been melting a little during the days and then freezing again each night. All that meltin' and freezin' makes a nice solid surface upon which a cat can walk.
I spent the next fifteen or twenty minutes running back and forth between the car and the house with my peep #1. Sometimes I was right there beside her, she on the path and I on the snow. Sometimes I was just a little ahead of her, walkin' on the path myself. I meowed to my peep the entire time, tellin' her 'bout my day and whatnot. And I told her how proud I was of her, gettin' that nosey neighbour cat to go back to his own house. The peep said I was prancin'. I was just so happy. I guess my happiness accounts for the lightness of my step.
Ahhhh.... it really and truly was the best of times. The very, very best. Know what I mean?