Well folks, it's lookin' like the Grinch went and stole Christmas. Christmas in July, that is. MOUSES!
A couple of weeks ago, I was out and about, padding around on the deck, checkin' that everything was in order and whatnot when I happened to notice that there was a flower bud on the peep's amaryllis. Of course, my first thought was that Seville had been messin' about with whisks and had somehow screwed up somethin' in the space-time continuum... AGAIN. MOUSES!
I mean... Everyone knows that amaryllis bloom at Christmas. Don't they?
I immediately went inside to tell the peep about her plant bein' all messed up but she told me that I shouldn't blame my brother on account of his not havin' done anything to the space-time continuum... THIS TIME. She said that the amaryllis peeps buy at Christmas are forced to bloom for the holidays and that under normal circumstances, that's not their usual bloomin' time. Interestin'...
Ol' Peepers went on to explain that she had grown these particular amaryllis from seed and this was gonna be what's called, their first bloom. She was super excited.
To tell you the truth, I was really excited, too. I was pretty sure that the flowers would still be bloomin' in July and that with the peep bein' so happy 'bout them blooming and all, we'd be able to celebrate in style. Perhaps we could celebrate Christmas in July. That would be fun and I've never done that before. It would be especially fun if there were nip mice to be had. I mean, what's Christmas without a new nip mouse? You know?
So I started plannin' the celebrations. I figured we'd keep things small and fairly low-key. Just the fur-family, the peeps, the amaryllis and the nip mice. Even though it was gonna be a small event, it would still be special on account of the nip mice. I mean... amaryllis. MOUSES!
Then disaster struck. All my celebratory plans came to a screeching halt on Friday mornin' when Peep #1 discovered that someone had gone and gone all berserk and bent the amaryllis' flower stalk all out of shape and chewed up its flowers, generally makin' a right ol' mess of the whole thing. Made a mess of my plans for more nip mice, too. Again I say... MOUSES!
I know what you're thinkin'. You thinkin' that one of us cats chewed up the amaryllis but truth be told, none of like amaryllis. No, the damage done to the amaryllis - not to mention my plans for new nip mice in July - was done by that marauding gang of rocky raccoons. It's the season for babies, you see, and baby rockies get into EVERYTHING! They must have thought the peep's pot of amaryllis was a jungle gym or somethin'.
As you can imagine, I was pretty distraught. I was all set on celebratin' Christmas in July when all my hopes and dreams had been dashed. But then I realised that even though there were no amaryllis blooms left for this year, there would always be next year and maybe I could convince the peep that a celebration was still in order. Maybe there was hope for a nip mouse or two after all!
Then this mornin' arrived. I think it's pretty safe to say that after this mornin', there will be no Christmas in July for me, this year. No new nip mice. No nothin'.
THE GRINCH STOLE CHRISTMAS IN JULY.
I went outside onto the deck this mornin' and saw the unthinkable. The un... the unseeable. The un... the un... the undoable!
That maraudin' gang of rockies had been back and this time, they were after the peep's plumies. That's right. They manhandled and rockypawed Peep #1's Plumeria seedlings. A couple were out of their pots, lyin' there on the deck, roots exposed to the heavens. She was able to save those ones. The largest of her seedlings was kind of askew and she says she's gonna re-pot it tonight and that it should be okay. But the best-lookin' Tahitian Sunset seedling was... was... it was...
IT WAS SNAPPED IN TWO LIKE A TOOTHPICK. MOUSES!
I don't think that that baby Plumeria is ever gonna recover. I think it's lost, for sure. Peep #1 was super sad about that 'cause she had fallen in love with the name, Tahitian Sunset, and loved the idea of havin' a plumie bred from a plant with such a pretty name. She's really upset, folks. REALLY upset, for sure.
But I have a plan! In order to cheer Ol' Peepers up, I'm gettin' ready to search the planet for some more Plumeria seeds for her. I'll do some searchin' on the Internet, lookin' for ones with pretty names and whatnot or maybe with white flowers and strong scents 'cause I know she loves those.
And if the if my Internet search fails, I'll just have to teleport to wherever peeps might have a tree or two growin' in their gardens. Either way, I'll find the peep some more seeds, soon.
Oohhh... I just thought of somethin'. If I can find the seed soon enough, I might still be able to pull off Christmas in July. YES! Might just get myself some new nip mice, after all. NICE.