So I'm sitting in my kitchen, minding my own business - I believe I was givin' the ol' tail a good wash down from top to bottom - when I hear peep #2 complaining. I wasn't overly thrilled about this. The complaining part, I mean. You know, when a cat is in the middle of a bath, he or she doesn't like to be disturbed with the negativity of complaining peeps. So I looked up from my laundry duties and gave the peep a cold, hard stare. The kind of stare a complaining peep deserves. You know what I mean? And I said to myself, "What is it this time?"
Peep #2 was complaining that the tea in the teapot had become cold because someone had forgotten to put the tea cosy on it. Well, I'm not taking the blame for this one. I can tell you right here and now that that someone was peep #2! I don't make tea. Personally, I don't like the stuff. So why would I make it? I might brew up a pot of the ol' nip tea but that's not the kind of tea the peep was talking about. Besides, I had been busy with my laundry duties, remember? Oh, and I think the first peep had an alibi of some sort, too. I believe I had sent her out into my garden earlier that morning to do a little weeding. And when I say little, I really do mean little 'cause she's a super rotten weeder. She gets distracted so very easily, I think. Seriously, I gotta get myself some new peeps.
So I was still staring at peep #2, wondering why anyone would think that I would possibly care about a pot of cold tea, when I realised something important. My peeps can't make up their minds. They don't seem to be capable of it. I'm not sure if it's just my peeps or all peeps in general but there does seem to be a definite lack of mind-making-up ability present in the species. Such an indecisive species, it is. I should do a paper on it or something. Bet I could earn one of those PhD thingies with that. Certainly worth investigating, I think.
Anywho.... back to the complaining peep. "It's cold... have to make more... blah, blah, blah, blah, blah..." At some point, one just has to tune it all out, you know. So I did.
My mind wandered back to the indecisive nature of the species of the peeps. You see... here was peep #2 complaining - another characteristic of the species but that's another topic for another day - that the tea was cold. But my peep #1 has been making cold tea all summer. She likes it that way. She makes big ol' huge pitchers of the stuff. She even went out and bought a new pitcher to hold the tea and keeps that pitcher in the refrigerator. The refrigerator which happens to be... uhhhh.... cold? Yeah, I think so. And yet, it apparently still isn't cold enough 'cause before she drinks it, she adds ice. And ice, in case you didn't know, is super duper cold. It's as cold as cold gets, I think.
So here's my point. On the one paw, I've got a peep saying the tea is too cold. On the other paw, I've got another peep saying it's not cold enough. Make up your minds already! Oh my mouses! What is a cat to do with those peeps?