So peep #1 got well and truly frenzified this week. She was all up in paws 'bout something not smelling right in the sun room. I figured the culprit was one of those plants with stinky flowers but when I looked around, there wasn't a flower in sight. Hmmm... the plot thickened.
Then I figured that maybe it was one of those citrus trees the peep grows. Okay, she calls them trees but even the two biggest ones are only five feet or so tall. Not much of a tree, if you ask me. Not very good for climbing. In fact, they're darned right rotten for climbing. Not heavy enough. Do you know what you get when a cat climbs a five foot potted citrus tree? Well, I do. You get a cat walking on top of a citrus tree lying on the floor. Believe me, I speak from experience.
Those citrus trees are stinky. I know that from experience, too. Neither one of the big - that would be the five footers - Seville orange trees have ever bloomed but apparently, they don't need blooms to be stinkified. No, if you brush up against the leaves or you should happen to crush a leaf or two while attempting to climb them, they smell all... well... citrusy. There's no other word for it. Sorry, there is another word for it and that word is stinky! But then I realised something. The citrus trees are in the dining room and not even they can stinkify the sun room from all the way over there. Hmmm.... the plot thickened even further.
So the next thing I know, the peep is gathering a supply of cleaning things. She has rubber gloves, a sponge, a bucket of hot water which is pretty stinky itself 'cause of whatever she added to it and this bathroom foamy spray stuff and that's really stinky. Stinkier than all the rest of it put together, if you ask me. I took one look at the peep and all her stuff and immediately knew nothing good could come of this. So, I walked out of the sun room and into the family room to have a nap. Whenever in doubt, take a nap. That's my motto. Well, one of them, anyway.
A few hours later, I returned to the sun room. I sniffed. I sniffed again. I sniffed to my right and I sniffed to my left. Stink! It was all cleaning stuff stink. Icky. The floor was stinky. The walls were stinky and most of all the air was stinky. Like I said, STINK!!!
I happened to notice a couple of plants were missing, too. That plumbago that refused to bloom had bitten the dust. And the hibiscus that fell over if you breathed on it - and I never even attempted to climb that one... honest! - was nowhere to be seen. And the plumeria seedlings looked suspiciously like they were in line for re-potting into individual containers. I've heard that their flowers really stink! Oh well, the peep isn't all that good 'bout getting the house plants to bloom so maybe I won't have to deal with them. Of course, she's only growing 'em for their stinky flowers so we'll just have to wait that one out.
Then I took a look at the peep. Talk about stink! You should have seen the look on her face. She looked down upon me, narrowed her eyes and asked, "and just who pooped in the agapanthus?"
Well, the look of shock on my face was as genuine as genuine can be. Honestly, it wasn't me. And I doubt it was my sister Tobias, either, as she has a tendency to curl up and sleep in the pot of agapanthus - which probably accounts for the fact that they have never bloomed, either - and a cat never soils their bed, you know. So... that leaves one of ten other cats who might have pooped in the agapanthus. Or maybe it was a peep. You never know. That's my other motto. When in doubt, blame the peep!