What is it with peeps? Have you ever noticed how they just can't seem to make up their minds? You give them one thing, they want something else. You give them that something else and they want the first thing, again. Like I said, they just can't make up their minds.
And peeps would have you believe that it's we cats who can't make up our minds. It's true. Remember that T.S. Elliot dude? Remember what he wrote about the cat named Tugger who was into the rum? It was something like that. Anywho... that Elliot dude wrote all about some cat in a house who wanted a flat but when he got a flat, he wanted a house. Then he started talking 'bout mice and rats.
I'm kind of thinking he might have been projecting his own indecisiveness on us cats. The proof might even be in his own writing. One moment, he's all happy to be talkin' about housing and in the very next sentence he switches over to the topic of fine dining. I'm sure that's the sign of a peep who is unable to make up his own mind. MOUSES!
And you know, my peep #1 is right in there with the indecisive nature of her species. One moment she's happy to be a peep. Next thing I know, she's singing songs from CATS. Again I say, MOUSES!
One day, a week or two ago, the peep did some laundry. The sun was shining and there wasn't a cloud in sight. Now, you'd think that if someone wanted to hang laundry out to dry, a sunny day would be a good thing. I mean, wouldn't you? My peep was complaining 'bout everything being dry at the very moment she was hanging up her laundry.
I thought to myself, the woman must be nuts. But even my crazy peep deserves to get what she wants once in a while so I called Mother Nature and ordered up some showers. Well you should have heard the complaints when the peep's almost dry laundry was getting rained on that afternoon. There's just no pleasin' some people. Know what I mean?
For over two weeks, ol' peepers was complaining 'bout the lack of rain. I admit, it was pretty dry. Where grass had once been green, it was now brown. Where it had been soft and squishy under one's paws, it had turned hard and crunchy. The flowers were all droopy and looked ever-so-sad. Pathetic is a word that comes to mind. Even the weeds were complaining. Everything out in the garden was cryin' for rain.
I told the peep she had better give the plants a drink or two. This, of course, required her to haul out the hose and the sprinkler and whatnot. Apparently, the hose is very heavy. From the grunts emanating from ol' peepers, you'd think it weighed a tonne... or more! I sure did have one grumpy peep on my paws.
Oh, the complaints! You should have heard 'em. Finally I just put my paws over my ears and told the peep to get crackin' before the plants died of thirst. I reminded her that she'd be complaining even more if they did, in fact, die of thirst. That got her back to the task at paw. Sometimes, one must use a very firm paw with one's peep. It had to be done and so I did it.
At one point, the peep set up the sprinkler in the front yard. She put it where it would water the driest of the grass and the flower beds by the front door. Then she went to water the plants on the veranda. Apparently, the peep's positioning of the sprinkler was not the best. It was a little too close to the house, I think. Oh, it watered that really dry grass and the flower beds, all right. It also watered the peep! That's right. The peep watered herself. The water from the sprinkler came right onto the veranda and onto the peep, while she was watering those potted plants.
Cats are so much better natured than peeps. Did you hear me complaining about how the sprinkler managed to soak the chairs on the veranda where I like to relax? No. All you could have heard me doing was laughing at the peep 'cause... well... that's what I was doin'. It was really funny. The water from the sprinkler - I am told - was a little on the chilly side. Hehehe... Good times.
Anywho... another round of complaints ensued.
I guess Mother Nature was upset that her little shower on the laundry had not been appreciated 'cause late last week, she got all weird and cranky. The skies would suddenly darken and mean lookin' clouds would roll in. Peep was thinkin' the rain was on its way but none of it came. It was very weird. It did that two or three times, I believe.
Then, finally on Sunday, it rained. Actually, it didn't just rain. It poured. Severe thunderstorm warnings and everything. And thunder, it did. I thought for sure someone had built a ten pin bowling hall in the skies above. Either that, or a caterwauling practise hall in which peeps like my peep could gather while other peeps came to dance wearin' super heavy wooden shoes. The rain came down in torrents. Bucket after bucket after bucket of the stuff fell and there was even more forecast for the next few days.
I thought to myself, ol' peepers will be happy. She's gettin' the rain the garden needs. There will be no more hose and sprinkler hauling around the yard.
But you know peeps...
"Oh, it's raining on Labour Day Weekend. That'll ruin everyone's picnics and barbequing. What a shame." Yes, that is exactly what the peep said.
You give her sun, she wants rain. You give her rain, she wants sun. Once more I say, MOUSES!
You just can't anyone happy all the time Nissy. It is very hard to satisfy the Peeps. Take care.ReplyDelete
Peeps can be so confusing and confused, but hopefully one day they will learn from us!ReplyDelete
Yup your right!ReplyDelete
Hahaha! I guess your peeps and mine and probably some others are all related. They're all good at complaining. They're all fickle minded. Yeah, nissy, i echo what you said... Make up your mind already!ReplyDelete
Nissy it just shows you dem peepers just don't know what they want!ReplyDelete
Peeps often want to rule Mother Nature, but she doesn't want to obey MOL !ReplyDelete
MOL! At least the grass and the plants won't be complaining. ;)ReplyDelete
Hi Aimee! I didn't post your comment 'cause it had your e-mail in it and I didn't think you'd want that broadcast over the web.ReplyDelete
Anywho... I don't think I'm the person you knew in grade four 'cause... well... 'cause I'm a cat. The peep's name is Jennifer.
But I'm so glad you like my blog and I do hope you'll come back and visit again.
Humans are SUCH a strange species.ReplyDelete
Oh buddy - Peeps are a mess! he he - no other word for it. they are just a mess. I don't know if they would know enough to get up in the morning if we didn't start their day off right. Keep working on the pal.ReplyDelete
dood....peepulz R crazed like that N will never change...give em ham they want bacon, give em trout N they want flounder, give em cake N they want donuts ...... we sayReplyDelete
LUNCH BRAKE !!!!!!!!!!
*snicker* oh yeah. Humans are constantly 'raining on their own parade,' so to meow.ReplyDelete
MOL! Peeps don't know what they want, do they? We loved the story about your peep watering herself!ReplyDelete
Oh Nissy, have patience with us inferior creatures. We all have to go back to school.ReplyDelete
I've given up on my peep, Nissy mancat. One minute she want's me to snuggle on bed with her as it is cold and the next she's complaining about how hot I've (ME???) have made her. I don't think they will ever be satisfied.ReplyDelete
We'll never understand the humans...but then again, we really don't want to.ReplyDelete
Peeps are just sooooo difficult but we love em. Have a tremendous Thursday.ReplyDelete
Best wishes Molly
Oh you're so right Nissy - as usual - peeps say WE are persnickety and I say poo poo on your persnickety humankind because WE think most of you are BEYOND the usual persnickety!ReplyDelete
Kitty Hugs, Sammy
peeps are wishy-washy.....cats KNOW what they want!ReplyDelete
Hehehehe you cheered me up with this post!xx SpeedyReplyDelete
Yep, the peeps they want it all.... MOLReplyDelete
Have a great day.
Hugs Bugsy and Knuckles
Mouses is right, Nissy! Just can't follow those peeps...ReplyDelete
Hoomins are funny sometimes. :)ReplyDelete
It gives us headaches to try to keep up with our flip-floppy people... so we just don't. You have the patience of a Saint Cat. Purrs...ReplyDelete
Peeps are the pits!! Except at feeding time! :)))) xoxoxoxoReplyDelete
Thank you for your kind comment to Lucy and hope she will feel much better very soon.ReplyDelete
Luv Hannah and Lucy xx xx
Wanted to thank you for your kind comment you left on Cat Wisdom 101. What a cute blog you have.ReplyDelete
Humans have free will and with that comes the privilege of changing their minds. We think it is pretty stupid. They should be told what to do at all times. 1) Feed the cat 2) play with cat 3) scratch the cat 4) give the cat treats 5) give up your bed for the cat 6) let the cat in/out and now repeat over and over again for the life of the cat. Easy…right? Purrs and hugs, Lily Olivia, Mauricio, Misty May, Giulietta, Fiona, Astrid, Lisbeth and Calista JoReplyDelete
It is a full time job trying to understand the peeps around here...they change their mind a lot too. Sometimes they change their mind so much they don't remember who did what and we get blamed for some things...now that is just not right is it? I don't think we will ever understand peeps, do you? Hugs and nose kissesReplyDelete
I don't even waste my valuable feline time trying to figure out why the Humans do what they do. Pfft.ReplyDelete