So, it's early one morning and peep #1 decides it's time to play.
Firstly, she brings out rolls of cello wrap. I know from experience that this is great stuff for playing. Once you start the roll rolling, it just keeps on going. Right until the whole thing is unrolled. And, if you can get yourself in and underneath the cello, it makes a great tent-like hiding spot. Well, actually, you're not really hidden 'cause the cello is transparent but you feel like you're hidden and that's what counts.
For some reason, the peep wanted to play with the cello all by herself. Kind of selfish, if you ask me. She didn't even wriggle underneath it. What a waste of good cello. Instead, she used it to wrap up that knitted cat (see my last post) and then she used even more to wrap up a basket filled with non-edible food. Well, I guess peeps might consider it to be edible but I checked it out and it was decidedly lacking in good stuff like cat food and treats. Like I said, non-edible.
Well let me tell you, that whole cello thing was a big disappointment but things started to look up when she brought out the curly ribbon. The peep unwound long strands of the stuff. I thought to myself, I had better help her with this. It was obvious to me the peep didn't understand the principles of cello play. She was going to need instructions regarding the ribbon.
When she started to curl the ribbon with scissors, I offered to do it for her. I was pretty sure that between my claws and teeth I could get a good curl going. So, I grabbed onto the ribbon. Instead of a thank you, I got a stern, "Nissy!" Could you believe it? Then, to add insult to injury, she turned away from me, taking the curly ribbon with her. Yeah, I was pretty shocked at the rudeness, myself. So I jumped down from the dining room table and climbed up onto a nearby kitty condo... so that I could once again reach the ribbon. This time, I got hold of it between my teeth. Again with the "Nissy!" I mean, really!!! Who does she think she is? Then she turned away again, to face the table. So I hopped back up onto the table. Let me tell you, this is NOT how one plays with curly ribbon. This continued for a good five minutes or so before Tess & Seville showed up. I guess they figured I needed some help teaching the peep.
At this point, the peep unceremoniously dumped all three of us off the table and onto the floor. That peep has a lot of nerve. So I, never one to give up, took a running leap onto the table. I got a good hold of the tablecloth but unfortunately, the tablecloth didn't have a good hold of the table. My rear end was hanging off the end and, slowly but surely, the tablecloth began to slip, taking me with it. That was a little embarrassing, I must admit.
Eventually, the peep got all the ribbon curled and attached it to the two cello wrapped things. Oh, what a waste of good curly ribbon.
I heard a few growls issue forth from the peep. Let me tell you, I had one grumpy peep on my paws. Finally, she headed out the door taking the things and the growls with her. She had better cheer up a bit before she starts selling tickets on that basket and knitted cat. How the heck does she expect to sell tickety-bicketies with a grumpy ol' face like that? If only she'd learn to play more and get better at it. Lack of play is at the root of all this grumpiness. I'm sure of it. You don't see me being such a sourpuss. Do you?