ONE CAT'S TRASH IS SOME MAN'S TREASURE.
Okay, so that's not quite how that sayin' goes.
BUT IT SHOULD. MOUSES!
Here in Nova Scotia, every spring and fall, we have a clean-up week where peeps get to put out extra garbage and stuff on garbage day after... You know... After they're finished cleanin' up. But from what I've observed, there's more than one kind of cleanin' up goin' on here.
Apparently, some peeps just kinda trade garbage. Instead of just gettin' rid of garbage, some peeps trade their garbage for their neighbours' garbage. It's true! I know 'cause I've been watchin' how lots of peeps go 'round lookin' for things they might salvage from the stuff their neighbours put out and I'm thinkin', maybe their neighbours are doin' the very same thing. And from the look of the amount of stuff stuffed in their cars, some peeps are REALLY cleanin' up, for sure. MOUSES!
Basically, clean-up week is this big free-for-all where peeps drive 'round the neighbourhood, grabbin' up whatever trash... I mean, treasure, they might find.
Like for instance, we cats had this puny little scratchin' post thing that Peep #1 decided to put out. I was okay with her throwin' it out. After all, it was kinda on the small side for most of us cats. In fact, I've lost track of how many times those long-haired marmie brothers of mine knocked it down on account of their bein' both bigger and heavier than said post.
Plus, most of the carpet part had worn off due to overuse.
Then the ropey stuff the peep glued onto it, to replace the worn carpet... Well most of that had worn off, too.
And then Dionysus - the timeshare cat - lifted his tail in its direction and peed on it. MOUSES!
So when the peep said she was thowin' that puny little ol' scratchin' post out, I was in agreement, for sure.
But like I said, one cat's trash is some man's treasure, 'cause no sooner did it go onto the curb, but some guy came along and snatched it right up.
I'm thinkin' he didn't know 'bout how Dionysus had sprayed on it. MOUSES!
Of course, I, Seville the Cat, have known about how one peep's trash can be some cat's treasure for quite some time now. Most cats do know this instinctively which is why, on occasion, we are inclined to rummage through garbage bins. MOUSES!
You know, I can't tell you how many times I've had to rescue a milk jug ring from the peep.
And when it comes to rescuing milk jug rings, I have to be super quick, 'cause the moment Peep #1 gets 'em off the milk jugs, she's cuttin' them in half with the scissors. She says she's protecting turtles and things. Well let me tell you, if she really wanted to protect the turtles, she'd just give all those milk jug rings to me in the first place. MOUSES!
You ever batted a milk jug ring around on the kitchen floor? Good times, for sure.
And then there's the crumpled up paper.
What the mouses is the peep thinkin' about when she puts crumpled up papers into recycling? CLEARLY, she's not thinkin' about tossing 'em to us cats, for chasin'.
Nothin' beats a good crumpled up paper ball chase in the kitchen except... Maybe... Battin' around a plastic milk jug ring. MOUSES!
And don't even get me started on string.
I have yet to salvage a single strand of string from the peep, although goodness knows I've tried. She says it isn't safe for kitties to play with string. At least not unattended. I say, if it weren't safe, it would say so on the string.
You know, like how it says on plastic bags how peeps shouldn't stick their heads in 'em and stuff. I'm a cat and even I know better than that.
Of course, maybe I know better because I AM a cat. After all, peeps do tend to be pretty slow on the uptake. MOUSES!
Goodness knows how some peeps think.
Hmmm... Goodness knows IF some peeps think, too. MOUSES!
But back to the trash. I mean treasure. I mean... Whatever.
A little while ago, the peep put out a bag filled with used kitty litter and I'm anxiously waitin' for someone to come along and snatch it up as their newfound treasure.
So far, there have been no takers.