Wednesday, 15 May 2013

peepers be jeepers!

There can be no doubt about it...  spring has sprung.  Yup, it sprung all right.  Sprung right out of the sky and covered the ground with daffodils and whatnot.

Normally, I would be overjoyed at the sight of all those beautiful daffodils bloomin' but this year is a little different.  This year, as you may have heard, I've been confined to quarters due to the recent surgery on one of my hind ones.  One of my hind quarters, that is.  Well...  actually...  it was just my knee. 

I'm on strict bed rest, you see.  Well, not really bed rest.  It's more like crate and couch rest.  Haven't jumped up on an actual bed since my surgery.  I miss jumpin' up on beds.  Beds are comfy and they're cosy and make pretty much the perfect spot for nappin'.  I sure would love to snuggle into some blankets on a bed right about now.  Guess that won't be happenin' for a few more weeks.  MOUSES!

Due to my involuntary confinement, I have unable to do my daily inspections of the daffies.  Not a single one!  I haven't been able to pose among them, for picture taking, either.  I just know how disappointed everyone must be about this and I sure am sorry 'bout that.  If it's any consolation, I'm pretty disappointed, too.  I would have looked so handsome posin' among those daffy-down-dillies.  The bright yellows and white complement the sterling silver tabbiness of my coat, so very well.

I sent the first peep out to take some pictures and she did an okay job of it, I think.  I have also been sendin' my brothers and sisters out to do some inspections and maybe a little posin'.  Seems to me though, they're more interested in the posin' part than the inspectin' part.  I just hope someone is actually inspectin' stuff, making sure my daffies are okay and that nothin' is botherin' them. Nothin' like mice or voles or any other little critters that might damage my pretty little flowers.  I also hope that those whom I send out to make sure nothin' is botherin' my daffies, aren't bothering my daffies...  if you know what I mean.  It's very important that when you pose among the daffies, you don't sit on 'em or anything.  Especially if you weigh twenty pounds or somethin' like that.  Like my brother Rushton does.  Okay, that might be a bit of an exaggeration.  He probably only weighs nineteen.

Not only have I been missin' the blooming of the daffodils but I've also been missin' the nightly nightlife.  You should hear the parties goin' on around here.  The last couple of weeks have been pretty mild and the peepers are out in full force.  There must be thousands of 'em.  Maybe even millions!  Who knows for sure?  I don't think there's any kind of peeper registration or anything like that.  But if there was, the line to sign-up would be a mighty long line.  Longer than the audition lines for American Idol!  Can you imagine how tired those judges would be if they had to audition all the peepers?

Now, you might be thinkin' that I'm talkin' about my peep #1 whom I often refer to as the ol' Peepers.  Nope, not this time.  This time, I'm referring to the little froggy frews who peep and cheep and generally make a noisy ruckus every spring...  peepers.

Well, the peepers have been out there doing their stuff.  They've been singin' and singin' and singing.  They've been singing their little hearts out.  Gosh...  they sing so loudly, they can even out-caterwaul my peep!  Hard to believe but it's true.  The biggest difference between the peep and the peepers is that the noise the peepers make is quite pleasant.  Loud, yes, but pleasant, nevertheless.  The peep has been leavin' a window open for me at night so I've been able to hear the peeper chorus quite well.  It truly is a beautiful sound.

I swear those peepers are out there callin' my name.  Most of the time, they sound kind of like sleigh bells or something, sort of off in the distance.  I half expect for Santa to arrive, hearin' all those sleigh bells, but know that that's not possible.  Santa never arrives in daffodil season.  Well, at least not in Nova Scotia. 

Every now and then, the general peeper chorus is interrupted by a loud soloist peeper.  This soloist sings out, "Nerissa...  Nerissa...  Nissy..."  It's true!  I heard one callin' my name last night and the night before that, too.  Bet one will call me tonight, as well.  The soloist peepers sound so close.  It's like they're right outside my window.  Right outside there, waitin' for me to answer them.  I feel so terrible, not bein' able to visit them or anything.  I hope they'll forgive me.  I think they will but one can be too sure about these things.  I've heard that peepers can be fickle.  Don't know if that's true or just a rumour but that's what I heard.

In the summer, a few of those peepers usually come visit me in my garden.  Well, I don't know if they're the very same peepers or not.  I've never actually asked them.  But we always have a few froggy frews hoppin' about in the summers.  They like the hostas a lot, I think.  Must be yummy bugs in there or somethin'. 

I wish I had a little pond for those visitin' peepers.  I think they'd like that.  I think they'd like that a lot.  I should mention it to the ol' Peepers.  You know...  my peep.  My peep #1.  And I should mention it while I'm still under house arrest.  Might manage a sympathy pond, or something like that.  Hmmm...  I wonder what a sympathy pond looks like.  Does it look any different from a regular pond?  Does anyone know?  Somethin' to ponder for sure.  Hmmm...

22 comments:

  1. Hi there Nissy. Sounds like you are healing. Too bad you can't visit the dafs. Hopefully it won't be too long before you can be off restriction. Take good care.

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  2. Most important job u haz is to get better and if crate is what is needed then mancat up **packs bags** I can come sit with you tho

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  3. Oh I think you most assuredly DO need a sympathy pond where the sympathetic frogs could sing songs of sympathy to you nightly as you recover from surgery Nissy. Yep - I sure do. That would be a lovely project for your Peeps to do in their spare time (my Mom just said NOBODY HAS SPARE TIME SAMMY...) but what does she know?! I'm hoping that soon you'll be able to hobble around your yard and house - meanwhile I'm sure that knee of yours is still letting you know in its' special (and probably uncomfortable) way that it's NOT QUITE TIME for that!!!! Hang in there buddy.

    Kitty Hugs, Sammy

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  4. Nissy, if you ever find out what a symapathy pond is, you must let us know. We have a right to know, you know errr know!! You sound quite chipper and so do the peepers, if not the peep!!

    paws
    Austin xx

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  5. Get well soon my friend so you can have lots of fun!xx Speedy

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  6. Can't your peep carry you out to check on your dafs? AND visit your peeper buddies?

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  7. Those are very pretty daffodils, Nissy and we like the pic of Rushton among them because he looks quite a lot like ME!
    We don't have peepers that we can hear here, but we understand that shortly we will have billions (yup, billions!) of cicadas chirping away.
    Heal up, my friend.

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  8. Hi sweet Nissy. I love seeing the daffy's again. Ours are long gone and momma is waiting on the stalks to rot so they can be mowed down with the grass. maybe in a few weeks. But we have roses.

    I hoped you would be able to tell us how you are. Love you and hope every day for a good recovery. xoxo

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  9. dood...a sympatheez pond iz:

    73,099 feetz by 234,900 feetz and iz use al lee stocked with flounder, trout, mackerull, sea bass, snapper, herring, toona, white fish, salmon, perch, sole N cod

    a regular pond in com pear a son iza bucket ore a pail...

    we putted ina ree quest for ewe for a sympatheez pond...werkers shuld bee ther by 4:18 two day !!!

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  10. Heal fast, Nerissa! I hope you manage to enjoy a bit of the season!

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  11. Pretty daffs. Mum loves them too...hers are gone now but she went crazy with that darn flashy box until I just got sick!!!

    Purrs,
    Kitty

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  12. Daffy-dills are my favorite! I wish I had them here, but we now getting slammed with hot tempurratures. I think having a pond would be wonderpurr. Maybe if all your pals got together, we could dig you one overnight. Then maybe it would rain and fill the pond... Then maybe fish would fall from heaven and... um... Okay. Maybe I been rolling in da nip a bit too much. Love ya bestie! Hey! Didja see @SqueakyElvis got raided by da coppers? They had to flush their stash down da potty. www.wonderpurr.com

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  13. I sure do hope the all better finds you really soon so you don't have to miss out on anything else.

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  14. We hope you can tiptoe through the daffodils soon! Lee and Phod

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  15. Nissy, are you still on pain medication? You sure seem to be ramblin'. Or do you just have cabin (crate) fever? Our mommy knows about this enforced rest period. She broke her leg the day before Easter in 2011 and was laid up for five and a half months. We suspect your rehab will be shorter. We are sending prayers that will be the case. Purrs and hugs from the kitties at The Cat on My Head, Lily Olivia, Mauricio, Misty May, Giulietta, Fiona, Astrid, Lisbeth and Calista Josette

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  16. meow,Nerissa! it Rusty,here.me waz delighted in reading your blog--me an indoor kitty,but me really felt like me waz outside while reading this.me could even smell da daffies and hear da peepers! dis iz bootiful writing and me loved it,and me wish yoo a speedy recovery so yoo can get back to da fings yoo love! hang in there,sweet kitty!

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  17. Awww lovely Nerissa! Hope the spring air and spring blooms help you on your way to getting better!! Take care
    x

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  18. OO please please please get a sympathy pond I love the idea!!

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  19. We hope you are on the mend and pity you can't go and inspect the daffs. Take it easy Nissy and have a terrific Thursday.
    Best wishes Molly

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  20. take it easy for now. take care.

    emma and buster

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  21. Hello, nessy. Take it easy, okay? You need all the rest so you'll recover soon and fast. Here's sending more purrs your way.

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  22. Aw, buddy, I am sorry you are missing out on the Daffy Visiting this year so far. But I bet all that stuff will still be around in a few more weeks and you will be sooooooo happy to be out and about. I imagine you will have to be careful wif your new knee for awhile, though. Sending you lots of good vibes, Bud. Purrrrrrrrr

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I love hearin' from my pals. I absolutely LOVE it! Just saying...