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!
WTG never ever volunteer any info when there is blaming going around.
LOL, you crack me up Nerissa!ReplyDelete
Gosh, I dunno who it could be but......whoever did the same thing on our door mat this morning!!! Personally I think it was Simba :)xxReplyDelete
You can't win - LOL!!!!ReplyDelete
It's always something that supposed to be our fault. I vote for the peep poop.ReplyDelete
It must be a virus. MY mom was cleaning as though the world was coming to an end and everyone would gather here to witness it. Talk about stink? Man..the cleaning materials were just coming and going. May she stop now! Yours too.ReplyDelete
Oh, poop in the plant. We know you didn't do that Nerissa. If we were you, though, we would make ourselves scarce. Maybe hide somewhere for the day until the peep calms down. Have a super day.ReplyDelete
blame the peep!! indeed, yes!ReplyDelete
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 floorReplyDelete
This is the best line I've read in a blog in a long long time!
well that's a very naughty kitty that did the poopingReplyDelete
I don't poop in plants I can't pronounce, heheReplyDelete
Doesn't sound like something a kitty would do...it's the peep!ReplyDelete
Always blame poop on the peep!!!ReplyDelete
Whew - you are lucky pal to have 10 other kitties to blame it on. Around here I am the only guy, so therefore, I'm the "fall guy." I gotta get me some roomies!! he heReplyDelete
I dus wuff your blog it makes me larf! You looks to cutes to poop anywhere what is dis fing peeps/hoomins has wiv da cleaning stuff? I not weally gets it cos da mummy cleans it den my brofur christens it *giggles*ReplyDelete
We agree wholeheartedly with Father Tom. Can't pronounce it, can't poop in it! Definitely gotta be teh peeps!ReplyDelete
when in doubt blame the peep is right!!! Doesn't your peep also know that cats HATE the smell of citrus? Peeps!! I'll tell ya!ReplyDelete
We believe you that it wasn't you. How could she even ask such a thing?ReplyDelete
Yeah, I think a human did the dastardly deed too - they ALWAYS try to blame us kitties when it is their fault.ReplyDelete
Humans and smells - well you know, I got stuck with a bath over that issue. And then the smells they like are just bad. There's no accounting for human tastes.ReplyDelete
We know it wasn't you Nerissa - we cats are too clean for making stinks!ReplyDelete
Luv Hannah and Lucy xx xx
He he :)ReplyDelete
I would like to see your mommy sit in the agapanthus and poop or maybe not *MOL*
Well...when ya gotta poop, ya gotta poop! Not you, of course, Nerissa!ReplyDelete
Hmmm. That gives me an idea. While I am busy plotting major vengeance, a poop in the potted plant would be a start.ReplyDelete
Well Nerissa, SURELY your peep knew that YOU were not the guilty party in the mystery of the plant pooper. With as many possible suspects as live in your house you no doubt were at the very bottom of the list! By now I would bet your peep has found something ELSE to worry about than the stinky agapanthus - if not I suggest you and your siblings put your furry heads together and GIVE her something else to worry about!! :DReplyDelete
Kitty Hugs, Your Pal Sam
whew! thank Ceiling Cat there are 10 others to cast the blame on...don't even bother trying to lay it on the peeps...don't go there...seriously...you have many other fall cats...just pick one...and when that cat is napping, smear a tid bit of poop on his/her paws...then run mewing to the peep and point your paw at the guilty cat...done deal...paw pats, SavvyReplyDelete
Hi again, The Human has been thinking about all that cleaning...she feels like a total slacker. With school starting up she has totally let the house go and now she says she doesn't want to scare me with the vacuum so soon after my, uh, experience at the v-e-t so there's fur all over. Which is fine with me, of course!!!ReplyDelete
What a stinky post! LOL!!Awwwww Nerissa! What are your peeps up to!?!? Hope they stopped spreading their stinkiness about! LOL!! As for the poop in the pot plant - well - where else is one supposed to go!?!? LOL! Take careReplyDelete