cowabunga!

Is it a bird?  Is it a plane?  No, it's...

COWABUNGA!!!

Moments earlier, the peeps had been sitting in the family room when Peep #1 pricked up her ears.

I know what you're thinking.  You're thinking, peeps can't prick up their ears like we cats do and actually, you'd be right on that account.  Peep #1 can't move her ears at all without moving her entire head as her ears appear to be somewhat dysfunctional when it comes to independent movement but nevertheless, when odd noises emanate from other rooms in the house, she is able to do something to make those ears of hers detect them.  This appears to be especially true when the odd noises are being made by cats.  MOUSES!

Anyway, as I was saying before I so rudely interrupted myself, the peep heard some stuff going on in the kitchen and it was cat stuff, to be sure.

She was off like a shot or like we - okay, I - like to say at my house, off like a gas-powered rocket hovering near the vicinity of my brother Anderson's - otherwise known as Sir Fartsalot - tail after he has managed to sneak a little cream.

And that's when she saw it.  That's when Peep #1 saw my other brother, Rushton, suspended in mid-air, clutching Nosey-Neighbour-Cat in his grasp.  Then they were down on the kitchen floor and then they were rolling around like hockey players all fighting with flailing sticks over the same puck because even though hockey teams have humongously huge budgets, they can apparently afford to use only one of those pucks at any given time.  It was a full-blown, no claws barred, rough-and-tumble, all-out cat fight, for sure.  MOUSES!

You know in cartoons when you see two cartoon peeps fighting and they're kind of rolling around and kind of spinning all at the same time, caught in each other's clutches, with dust flying all about them?  You know how cartoons do that?  Well let me tell you, it's not just cartoons.  It can happen in real life, too.  MOUSES!

That's right, my brother and Nosey-Neighbour-Cat were going at it, fighting like they've never fought before.  And bits of orange and dark grey fur were flying about in the air all around them.

Then out of nowhere....

Is it a bird?  Is it a plane?  No, it's...  SUPERKITTY!  Superkitty to the rescue, for sure.  MOUSES!

That's right, my friends.  That's when my sister Mason came flying out of the sunroom and into the kitchen yelling "COWABUNGA!" at the top of her lungs.  And yes, she really was flying!  Flying through the air.  She must have made a running leap or something for she was soaring through the night sky...

Okay, she was soaring from the sunroom to the kitchen but still...

One moment, Mason was in mid-air and the next moment, she had landed right on top of Rushton and Nosey-Neighbour-Cat, to be sure.

At that point, Rushy took off to goodness knows where and Nosey-Neighbour-Cat fled to the sunroom, finding a spot to hide under one of the chairs.

Mason went right after him, letting that nosey neighbouring cat of ours know in no uncertain terms that that kind of fighting behaviour was unacceptable in our house.

The peep stared in shock and horror at the kitchen floor.  Chunks of marmie orange fur were everywhere.  Clumps of dark grey Nosey-Neighbour-Cat fur were, too.  MOUSES!

And emanating from the sunroom, low growls could be heard.  Nosey-Neighbour-Cat was cornered while Mason silently stared him down which, my friends, I can tell you with absolute certainty - not to mention my own personal experience - is rather unnerving to say the least.  MOUSES!

So that was what happened at my house about a week ago, on Hallowe'en.

Now before anyone gets too worried, everyone was fine.  Well at least we cats all were.  The peep, however, was a basket of nerves, to be sure.  MOUSES!

But seriously, Peep #1 did check Rushton out thoroughly and although he was missing several pawfuls of fur, there wasn't a scratch on him.  Probably due to the thickness of that long-haired coat of his which under normal circumstances resembles an unruly tumbleweed although truth be told, is somewhat thinner after the above mentioned incident.

Mason, too, was fine.  She took the boys by surprise, you see, never letting either one of them get in a swipe at her.  She's tricky like that.  Always has been and likely, always will be.  You know girls. MOUSES!

And Nosey-Neighbour-Cat?  Well he appears to be hale and hearty as well.  Peep #1 checked him out as best as she could, after he ventured out from under the chair in the sunroom, several hours later.  Not a mark on him.  Now his fur isn't long and wild and crazy like Rushy's however, the peep says it is pretty thick which is likely what saved him.

So now, Mason is thinking she should make a guest appearance or two on that new show, Supergirl, and is wondering why no one yet has called her.  She is currently looking for a theatrical agent.

After discovering that Peep #1 had swept up and disposed of his dislodged fur so that he could not superglue it back on, Rushton is weighing the pros and cons of wearing several hair pieces or trying a totally new look.  He is currently looking for a groomer who specializes in such things.

Nosey-Nieghbour-Cat is licking his wounds which although made only to his ego and not to his skin, have put a damper on his nosiness, to be sure, and is thinking of suing my sister.  He is currently looking for a lawyer to take his case but so far, has had no luck.  I have directed him to the Weasel Syndicate although truth be told, I don't think he stands a chance.

And as for the peep? Well she settled right back into being a peep.  A peep whose ears are incapable of movement independent of her head and whose nerves will continue to be unnerved by the goings on at my house.  What can I say? She really is nothing more than a peep.  MOUSES!