The peep says I shouldn't make up words to use on my blog. I say, the peep should keep her opinions to herself. I also say, regarding these made up words, if I make 'em peeps will use 'em. And I have empirical evidence to back that up!
You're probably wondering what the big cowinkeydink was. By the way, that is pronounced co-wing-key-dink. Emphasis on the second syllable, wing. Got it? Good.
As you know, my peep #2 went to Scotland for a couple of weeks. Well, when the two peeps were at the airport, you'll never believe whom they met! The peeps had just finished putting peep #2's luggage through when they turned around and... lo and behold... there was one of my doctors! That's right. Dr Teresa was there, waiting to put her luggage through and... she was going to be flying on the very same flight as my peep! Now, that's a cowinkeydink for sure. Don't you agree?
Dr. Teresa's husband was gonna be on the same flight, too. He's a doctor as well, I am told, but I've never met him 'cause he looks after big animals like cows and horses and whatnot. Not little cats like me. Hmmm... a thought just crossed my mind. If someone brought a lion to my hospital, who would look after him? I mean, he's a cat, like me but he's big like a cow. I should ask Dr. Teresa the next time I see her. Hope I remember 'cause I don't think I'm due for my annual check-up and vaccinations for quite some time. I'll ask the peep to remind me. Better yet, I'll just jot down a little note to myself. Yeah, that's a good idea.
But now that I think about it some more... I think my Dr. Teresa would look after a lion. After all, she looks after my brother Rushton and Rushy sure does look like a lion. He has the same colouring, I think, and a bit of a mane going on there. He's big, too. He weighs like... twenty pounds or something. I know, that's not quite as big as an actual lion but I imagine it's about as close as most of us domesticated cats get. Rushy can stand up on his hind legs and put his front paws on my peep's waist and the peep isn't that short. He does this trick when he wants attention and stuff or when the peep is opening a tin of food. The peep goes all oohy and ahhy when he does that. Such a showman is my brother, Rushton.
Plus, Rushton has a middle name and it's Tapio. It was peep #1's daddy's middle name. I think it means 'King of the Forest' in Finnish or something like that. Well, lions are supposed to be kings of the jungle, right? Hey, that's another cowinkeydink!
You know... peep #2 was in the UK at the same time that lion was spotted in Essex. Do you think it could have been my brother Rushy? Do you think he could have travelled there with the second peep? You never know... Or maybe is was just another of these cowinkeydinks. There appears to be an epidemic of them these days.
Anywho... back to the first cowinkeydink. The peeps didn't even know my Dr. Teresa was going on holiday and then there she was... getting on the very same plane as my peep #2. I think that's pretty neat.
My peep and my doctor didn't sit together or anything, though. Peep #2 got bumped up to first class or business class or the whatever they call it class 'cause the plane was a little overbooked. At least that's what they said. I imagine it had more to do with the fact that peep #2 was one of my peeps. I'm pretty famous these days with my blog and all. And fame gets you places, you know. And apparently, it can get my peeps places, too.