he's back!

We interrupt our regularly scheduled post for some late-breaking news...

HE'S BACK!

Yup, he's back.  Nosey-Neighbour-Cat is back and in fine form, for sure.

There I was, sittin' at my desk workin' on my blog, when I glanced out the window.  Trottin' down my driveway was a dark grey kitty whom I immediately recognised as that nosey cat from across the street.  He was back.

I know what you're thinkin'.  I know the question you're dyin' to ask.  You wanna know, where had he gone and from where was he returnin'.  Well...  he hadn't really gone anywhere.  I shall endeavour to explain.

Exactly one month ago today, Peep #1 found that ol' nosey neighbourin' cat of mine sittin' on the love seat on my veranda.  The love seat was an interestin' choice for him on account of it bein' a love seat and believe-you-me, there is certainly no love lost between that nosey kitty and my fur-fam.  Nope, no love lost, at all.  But the love seat is comfy so I can see why he chose to lie upon it rather than upon one of the chairs.  You can get a better stretch in on the love seat, you see, and if you get bored with just stretchin', you can get in some scratchin', too.  Wicker furniture is the best for scratchin'.  Believe me, I know.

Um...  Don't tell my peeps 'bout the scratchin' of the wicker.  That can be our little secret, okay? Okay.  Thanks.

Anywho...  It was Christmas mornin' and the peep found Nosey-Neighbour-Cat on my love seat. MOUSES!

The peep realised that that ol' neighbourin' cat of nosiness needed to be at his own house if he was gonna open up his prezzies from Santa and whatnot so she went out, picked him up and took him back home.  His peeps were super happy to see him.  Apparently, he had gone up a tree or somethin' the night before and gotten himself stuck up there.  His dad went up the tree after him - I'm assumin' he used a ladder although one never knows these things when it comes to peeps - but once he was close enough to grab Mr. Nosey, Mr Nosey jumped down.  He didn't wanna go in. I'm thinkin' he was hopin' to stay up late to catch a glimpse of Santa or somethin' but that's really only supposition on my part since I never actually asked him.  He and I don't have a lot of conversations, you see.

Hmm...  He and I don't have a lot of civil conversations is probably more accurate.  Best to be completely truthful when we're talking 'bout anythin' involving the big guy in red.

Anywho...  Nosey-Neighbour-Cat refused to go inside.  His mum called and called but he simply refused.  MOUSES!

When you think about it, he's lucky Santa left him any prezzies at all.  Not comin' in when your peeps call you is just the kind of behaviour that can land a kitty on the naughty list, if you know what I mean.  And that coupled with causin' your dad to start climbin' the trees...  You get my drift, I am sure.

But back to my story.  Exactly one month ago today, on Christmas mornin', Peep #1 had scooped that furry bundle of nosiness into her arms and returned him home.  That, my friends, was the last time we saw him.

The last time we saw him until today, that is.

Nosey-Neighbour-Cat's peeps must have been keepin' a super close eye on him or somethin' because he wasn't comin' over at all.  Basically what that means is that he wasn't gettin' out 'cause the moment he gets outside, he heads straight on over here to my house.  MOUSES!

You know, it's not easy keepin' Nosey-Neighbour-Cat inside.  He's quick.  Way quicker than a peep. Believe me, I know.  I've heard all about it from the first peep, for sure.

Peep #1 has been known to look after that Nosey-Neighbour-Cat on more than one occasion when his peeps were away.  She can't keep him inside, either!

One time, she tried takin' over some nip toys to see if she could distract him with the nip. EXCELLENT idea, I should think.  After givin' him his food and some cuddlin', the peep stood at the back door and tossed a nip toy across the kitchen floor.  His Royal Highness of Nosiness ran for the nip and the peep made her escape...  the first time.  Next mornin', she tried the same tactical manoeuvre but he was onto her.  Oh he went for the nip, all right, but before the peep could get out and close the door, there he was, squeezin' out behind her.  Like I said, the cat is quick.

Eventually Peep #1 gave up on the keepin' of Sir Nosey inside durin' the day.  She found that if she fed him only at night, she could make her escape out the door while he was eatin'.  Then in the mornings, she would go over to play with him for a bit but instead of servin' breakkies, she'd let him out with an open invitation to come on over to my house whenever he got hungry.  Then each evening, she would call him and he'd follow her back to his house for dinner and be willin' to spend the night indoors.

Now if you ask me, this kind of behaviour of the peep's is what has caused all the trouble in the first place.  Due to the lack of good judgement of the part of my peep, Nosey-Neighbour-Cat thinks that Peep #1 is his pal or somethin'.  Yeah, they're all palsy-walsy and whatnot.  Nothin' good ever comes from bein' palsy-walsy with neighbours who are nosey.  No wonder he trots over to my house every chance he gets.  MOUSES!

Leave it to a peep to use poor judgement.  Again I must say, MOUSES!

And trot over here is exactly what that ol' Nosey-Neighbour-Cat did this mornin'.  Yup, first chance he had, he was over here.  Over here like a flash.  Trottin' down my driveway and headin' to my house like he owned the place.  You should have seen him, struttin' about with his tail up in the air, full of confidence.

Let me tell you...  If anyone is gonna be struttin' about over here it's gonna be me.  MOUSES!

Well the peeps did a pretty good job of keepin' him out of the house today.  In other words, they didn't open the window and invite him inside.  They're learnin'.  I'll give them that.

But Nosey-Neighbour-Cat did hang out outside my kitchen window for quite some time.  Guess he was hopin' someone would let him in.  Or maybe he just wanted my peeps to know that he was safe and sound and that he missed them.  Don't know for sure on account of my not asking 'cause you know, he and I don't really conversate a whole lot.

Conversate...  interestin' word, that.  In truth, I don't believe it's a word at all.  I think the word that's meant to be used is converse.  Conversate appears to be one of those made-up words peeps on television use when appearin' before the judge with the spunk.  Peeps make up a lot of words when appearin' before her although more often than not, they're simply misusing ones already invented. MOUSES!

As for my originally scheduled blog post, please stay tuned.  A week from today, we'll discuss the pros and cons of legalizin' the nip.