Well, I had my last check-up for my knee, yesterday. My doctor was super pleased with my progress and I was super-duper pleased to hear that. She said my knee was looking good and healin' nicely. Yay!
Let me tell you, I'm really happy 'bout my knee getting better 'cause it means I'll have a little more freedom around here. I'm thinkin' I'll be able to get rid of that moused-up harness of mine. It never was a good idea, you know. It's not like I'll walk with it on. I either just sit there with the peep standin' next to me or I let the peep carry me around the garden. Hard to nibble on grass while you're being carried. Believe me, I've tried.
And then there was the incident. Remember the big scary yellow beast? That was bad and, of course, would never have happened had it not been for my wearin' of the harness. But I did get myself a pretty neat nickname out of the deal... Houdini. That's right... you can just call me Houdini. Hehehe...
Anywho... to celebrate my sort of new-found freedom, Ol' Peepers let me me walk about the garden yesterday evening, harnessless. She was still there with me. Walked right along beside me, keepin' an eye on me and everything, but there was no harness attaching the two of us together. No harness holdin' me back from wherever I wanted to go. It was wonderful.
First thing I did was head on over to the nip garden.
Remember? Ages and ages ago, Ol' Peepers promised me a nip garden which is, of course, my favourite kind of garden. Nip gardens are the best. They're better than any other kind of garden out there. They're amazing.
I was so excited 'cause I hadn't been over to the part of the garden where the nip was to be grown since all this business with my knee began. I walked right over to the cage which was erected to enclose the beautiful plants that are the nip, closed my eyes and breathed in deeply. Mmmm... Hmmm? I breathed in deeply again and... and... and nothing! Wha???
I opened my eyes and what did my eyes behold? My eyes beheld nothing! Not a nip plant in sight. I said to myself, "This can't be right."
I looked up at the peep in absolute disbelief. She was lookin' pretty sheepish, for sure. She opened her mouth to explain but all I heard was "baahhh... baahhh... baahhh." Once again, Ol' Peepers had moused-up the growin' of the nip. MOUSES!
"Nissy, I've started some more seedlings. I promise," I heard between the baahhhs. "But let me show you what I got for you today," she begged.
Ol' Peepers then picked me up and carried me over to where there were some pots sittin' by the driveway. She set me down next to two of them with some funny looking leaves and flowers. I sniffed them a couple of times. Nope. Not nip. "Excuse me, Peepers, but these are not nip," I said.
"I got you Valerian!" the peep exclaimed with some sort of weird and unexplainable excitement.
You know, sometimes the best thing you can do with a peep is just give them 'the look' so that's just what I did. I mean... what am I gonna do with Valerian? I don't even know what Valerian is. I do know one thing about it though. I know that it's not nip.
Then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw the most wonderful thing. The peep must have been foolin' with me 'cause I saw the most beautiful thing in the whole wide world. I saw the most beautiful patch of nip that I had ever seen in my life. It was so green and lush and healthy. It was amazing! Even though I wasn't supposed to be runnin' around yet, I just couldn't help myself. I dove into that patch of nip. I had to. It was calling me.
I landed right in the middle of the patch, opened my mouth and chomped down on the nip leaves growin' before me. Mmmm... Mmmm? Ewww... Yuk! Friggity-frack der quack-der-knack!!! LEMON! It was a patch of lemon balm! MOUSES!
Of all the rotten things to do to a sweet little kitty like me. Of all the most rotten ways to trick me. Of all the... of all the... of all the... MOUSES!!!
So I picked myself up out of the patch of lemon balm and walked over to where I saw some grass. It wasn't the nice, premium tender grass I know and love so well. It was just a clump of tough old stuff the peep hadn't yet gotten around to digging up. Good for hacking up a hairball or two though. So I munched on that a little and thought 'bout just where those hairballs might land. Still thinking about that. Gotta make it a good spot. I'm pretty sure Ol' Peepers deserves it. MOUSES!