BREAKING NEWS... We interrupt our previously scheduled blog post to bring you this late-breaking news.
THERE'S A MOUSE IN THE HOUSE!
Uh actually... no. It was a chipmunk. MOUSES!
Sit back, put your paws up and let me tell you what happened, at my house, yesterday afternoon.
Glancing over into the family room as I entered the house through the little kitchen window the peeps so thoughtfully leave open for us cats in the summer, I saw my two peeps enjoyin' some tea while watchin' somethin' on the news. I'm assuming it was tea. Perhaps nip tea but I don't know for sure. But probably not. Probably just the plain ol' regular stuff. They like it with milk. I personally like the milk but will pass on the tea.
Anywho... I know that Peep #1 saw me comin' inside as I heard her sigh loudly sayin', "Oh no..." I smiled to myself. YES! She must see what I am carryin' in my mouth.
I suppose I shouldn't have smiled 'cause that was what likely caused Mr. Chippy to fall from my mouth, onto the floor. Next thing I knew, Mr. Chippy was racin' into the family room to tell the peeps on me.
"Too late!" I cried to Mr. Chippy. "Peeps already know 'bout you. First peep saw me bringing you inside."
Apparently however, Ol' Peepers did NOT know 'bout how Mr. Chippy was still alive. That would be about the time when all you-know-what broke loose. You-know-what brought to you by the letters 'h' and 'e' along with a couple of hockey sticks.
The first peep was up like a flash and barkin' instructions to Peep #2. "I need the bathroom waste paper basket... EMPTY!" she hollared as she raced into the kitchen to grab a couple of paper towels. Back she came into the family room, paper towels in paw. I stood guard at the family room entrance way, makin' sure Mr. Chippy didn't get out.
Mr. Chippy was EVERYWHERE. Did you know that chipmunks can climb walls? Apparently, they can. They can jump pretty high, too. I watched as Mr. Chippy climbed up onto the big chair, ran across the windowsills, ran over the couch, investigated the whole area around the fireplace, inspected the plants around said fireplace, checked out my kitty condo next to the television and then repeated this entire routine at least one more time. I watched as the peep hopelessly tried to catch Mr. Chippy but quite frankly, she is just not as quick on her feet as I on my paws.
Twice, I thought she almost had him. While over by the fireplace, Peep #1 had Mr. Chippy cornered. I thought she was gonna get him for sure but he jumped up onto her arm, ran up it and over her shoulder and then leapt onto the chesterfield, causin' the peep to spin 'round madly like a spinnin' top that was out of control.
Over by the kitty condo, he was runnin' along the windowsill and this time, I figured the peep would get him for sure. The windowsill isn't all that long and the peep can easily reach from one end to the other so really, how could she not catch him? Fact is, chippies are quick. Too quick for peeps. Mr. Chippy again jumped onto the peep's arm and used it like a divin' board before soarin' across the room to freedom. MOUSES!
At this point, Peep #1 was thinkin' that the second peep was takin' an awfully long time gettin' that waste paper basket so she went to do it herself but at that moment, Peep #2 was in fact returnin' with said basket. Peep #1 snatched the basket from the second peep's paw.
I continued to stand guard by the family room entrance but I must have looked away for just a moment 'cause when Peep #1 returned, Mr. Chippy was nowhere in sight.
Peep #1 looked high and low for Mr. Chippy but to no avail. She even asked me if I could find him so I motioned to her to look over by the bathroom. That's when she saw my seventeen-year-old Auntie Primrose standin' by the bathroom door, gettin' ready to pounce. MOUSES!
The first peep was there in a flash. She shooed Auntie Primrose away from the door and closed it behind her. Surely in such tight quarters, the peep would be able to catch that ol' chippy chipmunk. I had my paws crossed for the peep but to tell you the truth, it could have gone either way. Peeps just aren't that great at catchin' chippies, you know?
I did not witness the actual goings on in the bathroom however, I am told that durin' the ten minutes or so in which the peep was in there with the chipmunk, Mr. Chippy ran across our litter box numerous times, ran around the toilet, attempted to hide in the radiator thingies that heat the room and caused the peep to once again, spin madly 'round like a spinnin' top out of control.
After waitin' for what seemed like an eternity, I watched as Peep #1 finally emerged from the bathroom. She was victorious. Inside the waste paper basket was the chipmunk.
You know, I'll NEVER understand peeps. After puttin' in all that effort to catch Mr. Chippy in the first place, Peep #1 then took him outside - still in the basket - and let him go. MOUSES! She says she heard him squeak out a cry of gratitude as he ran from the basket and up a tree but really, I'm thinkin' it was more likely to have been a cry of relief after experiencin' the craziness of my peeps.
Anywho... About an hour later, the peep was sittin' in MY office, borrowin' MY computer when she looked up and saw me headin' up the driveway with a chipmunk hangin' from my mouth. Can we all say, Groundhog Day? MOUSES!
I was intercepted outside, never gettin' the chance to bring Mr. Chippy II indoors. I took him over to the ladybug hedge and sat down with him. I wanted to explain how I would bring him inside as soon as the peeps weren't watchin' and then introduce him to the family. Seville and Mason arrived on the scene and I began to make introductions but then...
Then the next thing I knew it was rainin' although the rain was extremely localised and it was highly likely that said rain had somethin' to do with the garden hose bein' held in Peep #1's paws. Mr. Chippy took that very moment to make his exit and before I knew it he was climbin' up a maple tree to freedom.
Word on the street is that all the chippies have been talkin' about the craziness of my peeps. How they'll catch you in a waste paper basket only to let you go later on and then make it rain on you, causin' your tail to get wet along with the tails belongin' to certain kitties such as myself.
Those chippies are also sayin' that my peeps are super rude on account that I had invited Mr. Chippy over for dinner but Mr. Chippy was never even served a snack, never mind a meal and what's more, he was never truly welcomed by the peeps. Clearly, I've got a couple of pretty rude peeps on my paws. Crazy, I knew about. The rudeness aspect however, was news to me. In fact, it was BREAKING NEWS, if you know what I mean. MOUSES!