Yesterday morning, the second peep was searching, high and low, all over the kitchen. Searching for orange juice.
Now I'm not really into orange juice, myself. Nor am I into oranges, what with their being citrus and my being a cat and cats not liking citrus and all BUT I was somewhat amused by the search for this long lost glass of juice. Peep #2 claimed that orange juice had been poured but there was not a drop of the orange stuff in sight.
That was until...
Until Peep #2 came across a bowl of cereal sitting on the kitchen island, filled to the brim with... you guessed it... ORANGE JUICE. MOUSES!
Raisin bran with orange juice is, I am told, an unacceptable combination for peeps.
But boy-oh-boy is it funny. I laughed so hard I nearly coughed up a fur ball. Peep #1 was laughing, too. She laughed so hard that for a moment, I thought she had turned into a lion or something. Yup, she was roaring with laughter, for sure.
In case you were wondering, cereal is supposed to eaten with milk. MOUSES!
Oh gosh, I love milk. Not allowed the stuff, though, on account of my lactose intolerance. I quite like the cat milk variety but we don't always have it on paw. The peeps really should be better at keeping a good supply of it in the house.
It's really not fair. My two marmie brothers and I are all lactose intolerant so none of us are allowed milk or cream although as you may know, I have been known to scarf down a piece of cheese every now and then. Andy likes cheese, too. Rushton isn't into the stuff.
You may remember that due to Anderson's lactose intolerance, he was knighted Sir Fartsalot. MOUSES!
Andy claims he was knighted by Queen Elizabeth, herself, but I'm not so sure about that. I think it was Peep #1 who gave him the name... Title... Whatever.
The other day, the first peep gave Andy another name... Mr. Stinkybums. She said it right to his face and everything. Kind of rude if you ask me although, truth be told, kind of true, too. MOUSES!
The peep shouldn't be scared but I can tell you who should. The person who should be scared is the person who will be giving Andy that bath! Have you seen the size of that boy's paws? You'll notice that neither of my peeps volunteered for the job.
And if I overheard correctly, Andy is going to be loosing a little of the floof in his tail region, too. He wears his fur, pantaloon style, if you know what I mean but all that excess floof appears to be part of his problem. MOUSES!
Oh my gosh... I just HAVE to tell you what happened.
When the peeps first moved into this house, before I was even born, there was a pool surrounded by a deck. The peeps never used the pool and decided to get rid of it, a few years ago but peep stuff happened and it was only this year that they took action. Yeah, I know, I've got a couple of procrastinating peeps.
Anyway, long tail short. Sorry about that. I mean, long tale short. No, sorry. Long story short, as of last week, the pool is now gone. The deck is still there but the pool disappeared into nothingness. It just disappeared into thin air like magic. Yup, it's true. One moment it was there and the next moment - about ten days later - it was gone. MOUSES!
But the big news isn't the magical disappearing act. The big news is that where that icky old pool once stood is now the most amazing, incredible, too-good-to-believe, mind-bogglingly huge, giant sandbox.
I took one look at that amazing sandbox and said to the peeps... WHAT TOOK YOU SO LONG???
To think that the world's most incredible sandbox was lying there, hidden away underneath that pool for all those years.
Oh gosh, it really is fantastic. Mason and I have both been frolicking about in the sand. Mason likes to run and pounce on the sand, catching imaginary sand monsters or something. Personally, I like to roll in it. I roll this way and that until I'm covered with the stuff. Then I come inside the house and give myself a good shake. It's nice to share the sand with the peeps.
And no, Mr. Stinkybums isn't allowed in our new sandbox until he has been all destinkafied by the groomer. MOUSES!
Now from what I've heard, Peep #1 is planning on planting a garden in our new sandbox. As you can imagine, I'm not too thrilled with this idea. It's pretty much perfect just the way it is and clearly does not require any gardening interference on her part.
Of course, is she were to plant nip...
By the way, OUR NIP PLANTS ARE GROWING! They're not very big yet but they most definitely are growing. Didn't know the peep had it in her, to be honest. She proved me wrong. She actually can grow something worth growing. MOUSES!
The valerian is growing, too. Right now, the plants are blooming but the flowers are pretty stinky, if you ask me. The peep seems to like how they smell. Like baby powder, she says. To each his own, I suppose.
Personally, I'm waiting until the peep harvests the valerian root. Funny thing is, Peep #1 thinks the roots of the valerian are stinky whereas I think they smell great. Peep wouldn't know a good stink if it rose up and slapped her in the face. MOUSES!
You know, some peeps say that valerian root smells like stinky feet. I wonder if that's why my sister Mason has such a fascination with the peeps' shoes. Just saying...
Mr. Stinkybums has not yet encountered the root of the valerian. Wait 'til he tries it! He's going to love it, for sure. Currently however, he's having difficulty getting the stench of those baby powder-scented flowers past his nose just as the peeps are having difficulty getting the smell of Mr. Stinkybums past theirs and as I, Seville, am have difficulty getting the smell of orange juice infused raisin bran past mine.
Now the scent of nip flowers, on the other paw, is really quite delightful. MOUSES!