And the peep is a crow!
So the peep was reading this magazine called Woman's World the other day and in it were horoscopes. At least that's what they called them but they weren't fortellin' the future or anything like that. Instead, they were giving peeps the keys to their happiness. Well... happiness for peeps starts with a cat on their lap. I could have told them that. Anywho... these were special horoscopes 'cause they included all these pretty pictures of animals. That, of course, is what attracted me to the magazine enough to sit up on the couch next to the peep and take a gander at those horoscopes myself!
According to this Native American horoscope, I'm a falcon. Who knew? I thought I was a cat. But the rest of the stuff was kind of fitting. I'm supposed to be full of energy and I am... except of course when I'm napping but that kind of goes without saying, I think. I'm supposed to have clear judgement and I have that. Helps me write my blog and all, you know. Oh, and people look to me for leadership. Hmmm... well that one I might have to work on a bit. I will inform my fellow fur family members of this tonight. I will inform them that they need to follow my lead a little more than they do. Of course... a lot of their non-following stems from the fact that they, too, enjoy a good nap and it's hard to follow somebody when you're busy napping. Hey... wait a minute! Just wait a cock-a-pickin' mousin' minute there! Maybe they are following me after all. Maybe they're following me by takin' lots of naps. Well, that makes total sense, don't you think?
Now for the peep. According to this magazine, she's a crow. I find it odd that we're both supposed to be birds even though I'm a cat and it is now suspected that ol' peepers might be part cat - anyone who read my blog post "remembering" fully understands why. Of course, the other part of her is peep and birds kind of make peep-like noises. So maybe it all makes sense, after all.
Well, the peep is supposed to have ingenuity and be charming with an affable nature. She is supposed to be well suited to be a diplomat. They've got that part all wrong. My peep could never be a diplomat. Oh yeah... it would work out just fine for a while. For a while she'd molly-coddle whomever she was diplomatting but then all you-know-what would break loose when she lost her patience with the diplomaticums and told them exactly what she thought 'bout the situation. Yup. Now that I could see. Actually, I think maybe I have.
But truth be told, there is a bit of crow in the ol' peep. She's quite fond of shiny, sparkly things. She's always hanging them off her ears and stuff. Okay... no stuff, really... just her ears. Two extra man-made holes in her head, apparently, are enough. Personally, I think that two might even be two too many but as long as she gets no notions of havin' my ears pierced, I'm okay with her wearing the sparkly-warklies herself. Although... I would look quite handsome in blue topaz or pink sapphires. Hey, why stop with topaz and sapphires? Diamonds come in those colours, too! Maybe I should add something like that to my list for Santa? Nah! Don't really wanna get my ears pierced. Honestly, I don't at all!
And just what did the horoscope say was the key to my peep's happiness? This made me chuckle. It said she should treat others with patience and cut them some slack 'cause things might not come as easily for them as for her. Yeah... like that's gonna happen. Did I mention 'bout what would happen after she molly-coddled the dimplomaticums? How she'd tell 'em what she thought even if they didn't wanna hear 'bout it? Just thinking about it makes me fall over my tail laughing. Hehe... hehehe.... hehehehe... Oh my gosh... Hohoho... I just can't help myself... hehehe... hehehe... hehehehehe... Someone slap some sense into me with my tail! Please!!! Hehe... hehehe... hehehehe... Oh it's too much! It's just too much I say! Hahahahaha....