The peeps went to Halifax, yesterday. Both of them... together. MOUSES!
Halifax is kind of far away, I think. I've never been there myself but I've heard stuff. I've heard stuff about it bein' kind of far away. Also, I know for a fact that whenever one of my peeps goes there, they're gone for almost the entire day. Thus, I have deduced that it really is kind of far away.
The first few peepless hours are okay, I suppose. I always take this opportunity to get in some power naps without anyone disturbing me, wantin' cuddles and kisses and whatnot. But then lunchtime arrives. Although the peeps always leave plenty of snacks and stuff, it's just not the same as bein' served your meals on a silver platter with the good china. Not that I am, currently, served my meals on a silver platter with the good china... but I'm workin' on that. Could happen, eventually, if I play my cards right. Hmmm... I had better get myself a deck of cards, I should think.
So after some snackin' from our regular ol' dishes, I usually do a little investigative work. No peeps means no limits. Tops of counters, tops of dressers, kitchen table, etc... Now, to be honest, I go all those places, anyway. But with no peeps to give me questioning looks, I can delve a little more deeply into the mysteries of the universe. Mysteries like... why does peep #1 have multiple bottles of stink on her dresser? Is not one bottle of stink, enough? Why must she make herself smell like roses and lily-of-the-valley and who knows what else? Also, just how many cats can climb up a pair of pants hangin' in the closet before something gives? Or, why does plastic not break when knocked off the kitchen counter like glass and ceramic? You know... mysteries.
Investigative work can tire a cat out so after that's all none, it's usually time for more naps. Also, it's about then when I start missin' all the interruptions from the peeps wantin' cuddles and kisses and whatnot. I try to get in a good sleep and hope that, when I awake, my peeps will be home.
Well, that's just what happened yesterday. I woke up from my late afternoon nap just as the peeps were comin' in the door. And let me tell you... I had some mighty grumpy peeps on my paws, for sure. Don't know why they bother going to Halifax if it's gonna upset them so. Makes absolutely no sense to me.
Peep #1 was the grumpiest of the two. I understand that she had been the one doin' all the driving. Well, I can certainly understand how a two hour car drive might make one grumpy. Two minutes is enough to get me complaining and unfortunately, my doctors' clinic is more than two minutes away.
The first peep was complaining up a storm 'bout the crazy peeps out on the road, yesterday. Now, believe you me, I know all about crazy peeps. I live with a couple of them, myself! But apparently, there are even crazier ones out there than mine. And they become even crazier than crazy when driving their cars. Who knew?
Coming home yesterday, ol' peepers was stuck behind a string of cars for... for... for practically, forever. She said the driver way up at the front of the line would be goin' one hundred kilometres an hour for a bit, then slow down to eighty, then back up to one hundred, then down to fifty... Everyone was tryin' to pass him and, eventually, they all did. Even the peep. The peep got a good look at him, then, and said he was the grumpiest lookin' man on earth. His hands were glued to the steering wheel and there was a sneer frozen on his face. I narrowed my eyes and tried to imagine this man, supposedly lookin' even grumpier than how my peeps were looking at that moment. Hmmm... I found it difficult to believe that could be possible but if it was... scary! Grumpy Cat, you might have some competition on your paws. But there's more. Once my peep #1 had passed the grumpiest man on earth, she saw that he had only one headlight. Or, at least, only one of them worked. I think he might have been workin' with only half a deck of cards, too. MOUSES!
Poor peepers. Driving into the city had taken its toll, as well. This massive truck loaded up with a whole whack of bundles wrapped in pink stuff passed her, at some point. A few minutes later, they came to a hill. Well, of course, the truck driver had to slow way down on the hill and put on his flashers. So the peep passed him. That's reasonable, I suppose. But then, five minutes later, the truck was passing her again. She said she was goin' the speed limit so he must had been drivin' way too fast to catch up and pass her. Once more, they came to another hill and buddy-in-the-truck was down to seventy. So the peep passed him. Only to be passed again by him, ten minutes later. MOUSES! All this unnecessary passing and whatnot. I'm just glad my peeps got home, safe and sound.