Last weekend, the peeps went to an orchid show. Well... they were gonna go to an orchid show. They got as far as the parkin' lot. Well... they couldn't actually find the parkin' lot. That was the whole problem. What really happened is that they got as far as drivin' past the building where the orchid show was bein' held. I'm told, there was nowhere to park. You either had to have a permit - which they didn't have 'cause no one in their right mind is gonna buy a permit for a whole year for just one afternoon - or muscles strong enough to pick up one of the cars already parked in the metered parking. Even if my peeps did have those kind of muscles, I doubt their pickin' up cars would have been appreciated by the owners of those cars. Peeps say maybe there was a parkin' lot somewhere but there were no signs pointing to it so they never found it. Oh, there was one parkin' lot where they could have parked but neither of my peeps had taken their hikin' boots with them so that one was out. Anywho... bottom line is, they did not go to the orchid show.
Now, I was fully expecting that that ol' peep #1 of mine would come back home with a couple new orchids. She really liked the one we cats gave her for Valentine's Day so I figured there would be a couple more on the horizon. Since the show didn't happen, neither did the orchids. Oh well.
Instead of orchids, they went shopping for something else. The peeps brought home... they brought home... they bought a... a cat!
I already live with eleven other cats and let me tell you, the twelve of us are more than enough. As it is, we've got that nosey neighbour cat visiting us all the time although he hasn't been over in over two weeks. Hope he's okay and all. Oh, I'm sure he is. Just spendin' some time with his own peeps, I suspect. But the point is, we don't need any more cats! And that's just what I told my peeps when they arrived home with another one.
I just knew there could be trouble with the peeps travelling to the same town where that Valley WAAG Animal Shelter they love is housed. I just knew it! It was a recipe for disaster... and I'm not talking 'bout a disaster like the time peep #1 was makin' butterscotch and she forgot to turn down the temperature on the stove and the whole house smelled like burnt sugar - which stinks, by the way - for... for... for like a year and a half or something like that. That recipe wasn't nearly as disastrous as a recipe that would place my peeps in an animal shelter filled with kitties needin' homes. When peep #1 said she had bought a cat and I knew she had been within walkin' distance of the shelter, my legs started quivering. Yes, all four of them! All at once!!! I was like a bowl full of jelly, I was shakin' so much.
Then I thought to myself... exactly where is this cat? I don't hear any mewing goin' on. No purring, either. I don't even see a carrier or anythin'. Just what kind of cat is this?
That's when peep #1 presented me with our new cat. Turns out, he's a statue for the garden. This isn't nearly so bad as I thought it could be. This is a cat I can handle. He doesn't eat my food or drink my water. He has no interest in treats or cream. Doesn't play with my toys or occupy too much of my peeps' time, either. Yes, this is the cat for me!
I must say, he looks a whole lot like my brother, Rushton. They're both about the same size. The statue might be a tad bigger but it can't stand up on its hind legs and put its front paws on my peep's waist, like my brother can. Peep says they weigh 'bout the same, too. I wouldn't know though 'cause I've never picked Rushy up. But the peep has, so she would know. And they both have a mane, just like a lion. You know... Rushy's mane is most obvious when he's standin'. When he's lying, he doesn't look nearly so much like a lion. Weird, huh?
Of course, the statue and my brother have their differences, as well. Rushy is orange whereas this new cat is light stone or grey coloured. Also, Rushy is made of cat whereas this new one is made of... ummm.... of uh... of somethin' else. That's the biggest difference of all, I should think. Peep hasn't named him or anything but I'm thinkin' of callin' him Mr. C. Maybe I'll come up with somethin' better, later on.
Peep says he'll probably live with the hostas and white bleedin' hearts and honeysuckle in the summer. That's a good spot, I think. Plenty of room with those hostas and stuff and, most importantly, if he's in the garden he won't be vying for peep #1's lap or attention or anything. Yes, that's the most important thing of all. Absolutely and definitely the most important thing. Don't you agree? Rushton does. I already asked him.