That's what I heard. Or at least, I heard a reference to them... MOUSES!
I heard peep #1 say mice had gotten into a box of cookies. She said they were all smashed up into little bits and pieces or something. Now let me tell you... I live with eleven other cats and I can assure you that no self-respecting mouse has ever come into our house voluntarily. I can vouch for that.
I do remember knocking a box off the kitchen counter one day. Hmmm... I wonder if that had anything to do with the broken cookies. Nah... probably not. It was probably mouses after all.
Then I took a look at this picture of my sister, Mason, and I said... MOUSES! Either Mason has been eating mouses - and a whole lot of them at that... or maybe just one really big, huge rat sized one - or she has been into the box of cookies. I know it's spring and all and she's carrying a little extra winter weight, which I'm sure she'll work off in the garden but still... MOUSES!
But then I realised that Mason in real life doesn't look nearly as big as the Mason in this picture. I know the camera is supposed to add ten pounds but this is ridiculous. On the other hand, ten pounds would pretty much double a cats weight... So, what is ten pounds in cat weight, anyway? If there are different years for cats and peeps, maybe there are different pounds for cats and peeps, too. Right?
For a moment I wondered if there was a Mason lookalike who had entered our house one day to have her picture taken. It's possible. That Carson cat has the same fawn coloured fur as Mason. Maybe there's another fawn coloured kitty around the neighbourhood. One who eats cookies? Or mouses?
This whole business was a terrible mystery. A mystery needing to be solved, I thought. And I asked myself, just what would a great detective like Jessica Fletcher do...
The answer came easily enough. Whenever in doubt, blame the peep. It's my motto! Obviously, this is all the peep's fault. And sure enough, it was.
The peep just recently discovered her camera has some sort of zoom lens. I think it's there so that she can sneak up on us and take pictures without our noticing, or something like that. The peep doesn't really know how to use her camera 'cause she never read the instructions... 'cause she didn't know how to pull them up on the computer... 'cause she's a technologically impaired duffer. But not knowing how to use the camera properly doesn't stop her from using it. And she's using this zoom lens thingy all the time now. It's like a new toy filled with fresh nip. And apparently, it can distort stuff a bit. Probably wouldn't if she used it properly but like I said... SHE DOESN'T KNOW HOW. Anyway, poor Mason is paying the price for the peep's incompetence. She's really not that big. Honest. Not even close. But what can you do with a peep?