Okay, I know the song talks about roses but here in my garden, the roses are just starting while the peonies are beginning to fade. Plus, there's not a doubt in my mind that as soon as they're in full bloom, it's gonna rain. Rain cats and dogs, if you know what I mean. If I don't talk about the peonies soon, there won't be any left to talk about so... peonies it is!
Yes, the peonies are blooming. Have been for a couple of weeks now. They're kind of pretty, I think. In fact, too pretty to let the peep take a picture of me with them. Don't like the competition, as you can imagine. I will however add a couple of pictures of them to this post strictly for your enjoyment, of course. But they're not gonna be placed next to any picture of me. I can assure you of that.
Writing this post and giving it this name has got me purring that song, Everything's Coming up Roses. Problem is, the word peonies has three syllables and roses has only two. Bet you didn't realize we cats knew about syllables and whatnot, did you? Well we do. We cats are smart. Way smarter than most people realize. Sometimes we keep our smartness to ourselves so as not to intimidate the peeps too much. Also, when we do officially take over the world... we don't want any peeps to see it coming.
Anywho... back to the business of syllables. Here's the thing... to make the word peonies work in the song, you have got to somehow shorten it so that it sounds like there are only two syllables. It's a pretty easy thing to do. Instead of saying pee-oh-nees you say, pee-uh-nees but you make the 'uh' super-duper short. So short you can barely hear it. Almost like it doesn't exist. Placing a really strong emphasis on the first syllable 'pee' helps, too. Bet you didn't know we cats knew about placing emphases on stuff, either. Well we do. Like I said, we cats are super smart. Super duper smart, I think.
Thing is, when you sing it like that, you really only hear the pee and the nees. One might even think you're singing about peeing on knees. And that can happen. I remember, way back... must have been a good four, four and a half months ago now... when my brother Seville had his pee-pee problems. When he was feeling all better, he wrote a poem and after presenting the peep with his poem for Valentine's Day, he got down from her lap and peed on her. Yup, that's right. He peed on the peep. Now, if I remember correctly, he peed on her leg but you know, the peep's knees are right in the middle of her legs so... he might have peed on her knees. Hmmm... it's like this song was written just for him. Interesting...
The peeps are just loving the peonies right now. Have been since they started blooming but peep #1 has one complaint. She's always looking for sweet smelling things and she says, not all the peonies smell sweet. Personally I don't pay a whole lot of attention to those kinds of smells. But the peep is complaining and it's hurting my ears so I'm gonna do a little complaining myself. I'm gonna complain about her complaining, I think.
The peep says, a couple of these peonies like Red Magic and Festiva Maxima smell just like roses. Roses? I thought I had changed the name of this song already. MOUSES! She's not complaining about how those ones smell. She's complaining that some of the others that are supposed to be fragrant have some kind of funny not-so-nice smell. Hmmm... I wonder if they smell like our litter boxes if the peep is an hour or two late in the changing of them. So, maybe... peeing on the knees is sounding a little more realistic here. At the least the peeing part, if you get my drift. Curiouser and curiouser... Hmmm...
So anyway... that's it for my little rant on the naming of songs and the smelling of peonies. I'll just finish up with a couple of pictures. Like I said, the pictures are purely for your enjoyment. Certainly not for mine. And certainly not for the peeps'! They're all for you.