and I said, "whaaaaa?"

I had been hearing the peeps talk about this raffle thing they were organising for the Valley Waag Animal Shelter.  Day in, day out...  it's all they were talking about.  I was getting kind of tired hearing about it, to be honest.  I was starting to just tune them right out...  but then, I heard something of which I really did not like the sound.  It sounded really, really bad.  Evil, one might say.

Peep #1 said she was gonna raffle off a cat.  I thought to myself, "how can this be?"  The peep is gonna get rid of one of us?  She's going to let one of us go?  To someone else?  Oh, the horror!  I couldn't believe my ears.  And you know I've got those cute, adorable, very sensitive ears.  They've never failed me before.  At least, never with anything as serious as this.

I knew I heard what I heard but I just couldn't fathom it.  It didn't sound like a thing the peeps would do.  It didn't make any sense.  And yet...

I kept a low profile for a few days.  Didn't want to be the one on the chopping block.  Didn't want the peeps to choose me to be in the raffle.  It`s not that I wanted any of my brothers or sisters to go either.  I just really didn't want it to be me.  I was hoping that because I've become so famous with my blog and everything that the peeps would keep me.  I had all four paws crossed...  which is pretty difficult to do without falling down, let me tell you.

So, a couple of days later, I made an appearance in the family room.  I went over to peep #1 sitting on the couch, watching the television.  I noticed that she was working on some knitting and I thought to myself, "darn!  I've missed out on all the fun with the yarn."  And then I thought, "maybe that's for the best 'cause she might still be figuring out which one of us she's giving away."  Then I took a closer look.  She was just finishing up her little masterpiece.  And that's when I saw it.  And when I did, my heart burst with song.  With the song of pure joy...  and purrs, of course.  I purred and purred and purred.  Jumped right up onto the couch and rubbed the top of my head under the peep's chin and everything.

The peep had knitted a cat!  That's right, a knitted cat!!!  Of course, this was the cat to go into the raffle.  This was the cat they were giving away.  It wasn't going to be me or any of my family.  It was going to be this knitted cat.  All of a sudden, everything made sense.  All was right in the world once more.  My ears had not let me down...  and neither had the peeps.  Oh, glory be!

I should have known.  Really, I've got two pretty good peeps...  most of the time.  They would never have given any of us away.  That would have broken their hearts.  Yeah for the peeps!

The pattern for the knitted cat was created by this really neat designer from the UK.  Alan Dart is his name.  Apparently, knitting is his game.  And speaking of games, I really should have helped the peep play with the yarn.  She did pretty well but...  well...  you know...  I probably could have done better.  Yeah, I'm pretty sure that I could.