You give a sister a job to do. One little job. One measly, teeny-tiny, little job and what happens? Nothin'. Or everythin'. It all depends upon how you're lookin' at it, I suppose.
I went outside the other day to use the loo. Oh sure, we have indoor plumbin' and everythin' but every now and then a guy likes to use the great outdoors. Be one with nature, so to speak.
I have this favourite little spot, just behind the crab apple tree Ol' Peepers planted at the edge of my primrose garden. The tree is gettin' big enough now to give me a little privacy from pryin' eyes and the ground is nice and soft on account of the peep gardening in and about the area. It really is the perfect spot for a loo.
So I went outside for a little bathroom break and headed on over to the crab apple tree. I could immediately tell there was somethin' wrong. Somethin' didn't look right. Somethin' was amiss. "MOUSES!" I cried.. "Where's my loo?"
My sister, Mason, just happened to be walkin' past at that very moment. I gave her the ol' stink eye before askin', "Mason, excuse me but... WHERE'S THE LOO?"
"Do you mean that guy who moved in over on the other street? I think his name might be Lou," she replied. "Or maybe it was Larry..."
"Not Lou. LOO. Mouses, Mason. Try to pay attention, would ya?
After a thorough interrogation of my sister, I had my answer. The day before, when I had asked Mason to supervise the peep while she was gardenin' so that I could catch up on some nappin', Mason had apparently dropped the ball. She had dropped the ball right into my loo. In the soft, rich earth surrounding the crab apple tree, Mason had allowed Peep #1 to plant more primroses. Mason had allowed Peep #1 to extend the primrose garden and infringe upon the area previously known as my loo. What was a cat to do?
I stomped back inside the house to use the litter box, callin' behind me, "I have more questions for you, Mason. You just wait right there. I'll be back in a mo."
"Mo?" queried Mason? "Do you mean Lou's wife, Maureen?"
Clearly, Mason was not equipped for tasks such as the supervising of peeps.
A little while later, I ventured outdoors again to continue the interrogation of my sister. I needed to know exactly what else the peep had been doin' while gardenin' without the necessary supervision. The supervision Peep #1 so obviously required.
Mason pointed over to an area under some trees. "That's where she planted the sad poppies," she explained.
I looked at my sister, narrowing my eyes. "The poppies were sad? Were they half-dead or somethin'?"
"I don't know," answered Mason. "The peep said they were blue so I assumed they must be sad. At the time, I was grooming myself and not really paying a lot of attention to her."
I padded over to the newly dug bed and gave the plants a sniff. They didn't look sad. They didn't look blue, either. Of course, they weren't blooming yet but everyone knows that the flowers of poppies are pink and red and yellow. Even orange. Even white. Not blue. I had never heard of blue poppies, before.
I headed inside to do some on-line research and what did I find? There was such as thing as blue poppies. Poppies that were blue. Who knew?
And my gosh, were they ever beautiful. I poured over picture after picture of the Himalayan blue poppies on the Internet. Was the peep really growin' those? Was she up to such a task?
Probably not. Actually, definitely not. Thinkin' about it further, I realised that the peep had, in fact, tried growing those plants before. She had tried and she had failed. Failed, miserably. Failed like no one had ever failed in the history of peepkind. She didn't get a letter F. She didn't deserve a letter F. She got a Z and that was if gradin' with leniency.
No way, no how, was Ol' Peepers gonna get those blue poppies to bloom.
But then I got to thinkin'...
I bet I could help the peep with her blue poppies. She has grown other kinds of poppies before. Poppies that are easy to grow. Shirley poppies and Icelandic poppies and whatnot. Maybe if she were to grow some of those other poppies, I could...
YES! I had my answer. I had a plan. I knew what I must do.
Next year, when other, easy-to-grow poppies are bloomin' away in the garden, I'll sneak out in the dead of night, and paint those poppies, blue. The peep'll never know the difference. I'll paint 'em really well. It'll make her day. Paintin' poppies. That is EXACTLY what I shall do. MOUSES!
Only two days left! Votin' for the Petties is still goin' on but will end at midnight, PST, on Thursday August 7th. You can still vote today and tomorrow. Won't you please vote for me? I'd really appreciate it a lot. purrs
How dare the peep take away you Loo! I like your method of getting even tho - that';s a good one.ReplyDelete
dood...we noe yur mom will bee veree happee ta see all her bloo poppiez a bloomin come next spring......til it rainz !!!...oopz...better get oil based paint buddy...just...in...case ...meowloz mason ♥ waves paws ~~ReplyDelete
On it. Waterproof paint, for sure. purrsDelete
Nerissa, this is what happens when you leave important tasks to lesser beings!ReplyDelete
Nissy I must miaow that you are very kind that will paint the Poppies blue for your mom-person next year !ReplyDelete
I'm not sure I would do that if my mom-person destroyed my lou :)
That is why it is so much better to just do things oneself. Too bad your Loo went missing. Have a great evening.ReplyDelete
MOL paintin poppies! MOLReplyDelete
I just hate it when you end up being looless pal!ReplyDelete
Sorry your loo changed! (love your stories, the make us smile!)ReplyDelete
Oh Good God of Nip, Mummy Janey is singing "Loo ,Loo, skip to my Loo".ReplyDelete
Over and over.
The REAL Maple Syrup Mob xxxxx
I think blue poppies would be wonderful- blue is my favorite color.ReplyDelete
That are sweet of ya to do, even if she did move your loo.ReplyDelete
MOVE it. The crazy peep annihilated it! purrsDelete
Nissy, you are so sweet and thoughtful to want to do this for your mom. Just don't forget when the times comes. Mason reminds us a bit of Waffles, personality wise. MOL! XO, Lily Olivia, Mauricio, Misty May, Giulietta, Fiona, Astrid, Lisbeth and Calista JoReplyDelete
Ugh! We hate when stuff like this happens, Nissy. Some things are better NOT left to siblings...ReplyDelete
Blue poppies?? Dat's purretty neet Nissy. But dusn't yous peeps know dat cat pee and poo isn't furtilizer And dat nuffin' evew weally happens when yous plnt in da pawdee box/loo. MOLReplyDelete
See if you want a job doing right best do it your self Nissy...hehehehe but Mason is funny,xx SpeedyReplyDelete
Oh no! Your loo!!! If you want something done right, you gotta do it yourself I suppose. *sigh*ReplyDelete
ღ husky hugz ღ frum our pack at Love is being owned by a husky!
Have to agree with Sparkle's comment :-)ReplyDelete
Blue poppies sure do sound interesting!!ReplyDelete
I had a loo too, behind the Hibiscus, now it's gone...no not the loo, but the Hibiscus. Granny knows who did it..maybe I leave her some poppy's too. Maybe you like to give them a paint too ;) We'll hop over to vote now...you have to win, you're one of the most hilariously cats I know... :D Pawkiss :)ReplyDelete
Awww... Thank you so much, my friend. Thank you for votin' and thank you for sayin' such nice things, too. I really do enjoy makin' my pals smile. purrsDelete
Nerissa, I am so grateful you never fail to be, well, you. I count on it. xoxoxoReplyDelete
I'm wondering what would happen to those poppies if you'd ask Mason's help? Not even sure they would survive :)ReplyDelete
You sure have your paws full keeping your peeps in line. I so don't envy you. Wishing you lots of joy painting those poppies blue.ReplyDelete
We've voted for you every day Nerissa.ReplyDelete
Luv Hannah and Lucy xx xx
Really? Thank you! Thank you so very, very much. Love & purrs, always. purrsDelete
Pawesome Nissy, but don't use a brush... get a nice little sprayer, as mew get more of an even colour that way! [Just saying...]ReplyDelete
Great post as always and we've voted fur mew too :D
Basil & Co xox
Thank you, Basil. Thank you so very, VERY much for votin'. purrsDelete
Painting poppies blue sounds like a meticulous task, but we think you are up to it, Nerissa! Good luck! Sorry you lost your loo :(ReplyDelete
Our boys have a loo trick. They choose unattractive spots under bushes and never flower beds. We've been voting for you!ReplyDelete
Awww... Thank you, my friend. Thank you very, very much. purrsDelete
Sorry you lost your loo Nissy. Hope you don't have to paint the poppies next year, we will keep our paws crossed here.ReplyDelete
They took your loo away ? Your peeps are lucky that you're kind enough to use the litter box inside instead of leaving them a complaint pee-mail ! We're sure that your mom will be very happy to see blue poppies thanks to you ! PurrsReplyDelete
We read that if you watered them with BLUE water, they WILL turn into blue poppies. That would safe you lots of time from trying to paint them blue. See if you can get some of those food grade blue dye. ;)ReplyDelete
oh dear we missed voting... we hope you winz anywayz... well blue water might be betters than painting... you can do that to celery and carnations too. But what you gonna do for a loo now? -Katie Kat.ReplyDelete
So funny and how thoughtful, to paint those poppies blue!ReplyDelete
You know what Nissy … my nap has been interrupted because of you.ReplyDelete
I was sleeping near my Nat à Chat when she began … to laugh and laugh, because of “your” “sad poppies”!
By the way, are you sure poppies can be blue ? My human told me they are supposed to be red. She must be wrong.
Blue is a nice colour! But please ... dont use paint on flowers.
I hope that you will find another nice and comfortable outdoor loo!
PS : One word about your comment on my blog the other day. Google translation can be really … weird!
“Coucou” means” Hello”. If I say “Je vais aller sur vos blogs pour vous faire un coucou”, it means “I will visit your blogs to say hello”.
Hrm, BLUE DYE? Mowzers, what's a kitty to do? Paint or dye, paint or dye. And where's your new LOO gonna be anyways????ReplyDelete
Need to find someone new to be on watch for you. Sis is definitely falling down on the job. MOL! Thanks for sharing on the Pet Parade & joining the pawty today!ReplyDelete
Our mama almost fell off her chair when she read about the sad poppies. We think painting the poppies blue is a great idea. It would make the person very happy.ReplyDelete
Cindi Lou & The Kitty Krew
PAINT THEM RED WITH THE BLOOD OF YOUR ENEMIES!!!!! Oooops! Guess I got a bit carried away there. Blue, blue is good.ReplyDelete
We have never heard of a blue poppy.. we sure do look forward to seeing pictures!ReplyDelete