"Whatcha doin' there, Toby? Waitin' for Christmas?"
My sister, Tobias, turned toward me. She stared at me for a moment before rollin' her eyes. "Don't be ridiculous," she said. "Christmas is a whole month away."
"Then you've got a long wait ahead of you. Ba-dum-bump. MOUSES!"
Toby let out a loud sigh. "You're such a marmie," she said.
"Hey! Don't diss the marmies." I thought for a moment. "Hmmm... Don't diss the short-haired marmalade cats like me, that is. You wanna diss those long-haired marmie freak brothers of mine, you go right on ahead. MOUSES!"
Toby and I sat there for a moment, not knowin' what to say. I looked up at the ceilin'. I saw her lookin' down at the floor. Finally, I asked, "So anyway, what are you doin'? You never did say."
"I'm waiting," she answered. She sounded bored.
"I knew it. You ARE waitin' for Christmas, just like I said."
"No Seville. I'm waiting for treats."
"Treats? Why didn't you say so? In that case, I'll wait right here with you," and I settled down beside my little sister. "So uh... Where are the treats?"
"They haven't appeared yet," was her reply.
"Appeared? As in uh... Well uh..." I hesitated. "Like magic?"
Toby thought for a moment. "I wouldn't call it magic, exactly. Peep #1 isn't a magician, is she?" she asked.
"Well I've never seen her pull a rabbit out of a hat. But then, she wears the wrong kinda hats. Ba-dum-bump. MOUSES!"
Toby and I both got a chuckle out of that.
"So uh... Might I assume," I began again, "that you're waitin' for treats from the peep?"
Toby nodded affirmatively.
"I never just sit around, waiting for the peep," I explained. "I go get her when I need treats. And meow. Loudly. The louder, the better, for sure. And if that doesn't work, I jump up on the counter and help myself."
"I know," said Toby, through pursed lips.
"Then why don't you do the same?" I asked.
"The kitchen counter is too high for me to jump onto," she answered. "I'm just a little cat, unlike you."
"Hmmm... That's true. You want me to jump up onto the counter for you?" I offered.
"No, I'll wait."
So we sat there, my sister and I, for a good long time - at least five minutes or so - before I got to my paws. "Toby," I said, "this waitin' is for the birds. I'm gonna jump up onto the counter and get us some treats."
"Honestly Seville, there really is no need. Peep #1 will appear shortly, and when she d..."
"Appear as in magic?" I interrupted.
"No," Toby shook her head. "As I previously stated, there's no magic involved. Peep #1 will come into the kitchen before we know it, and when she does, she will give me some treats."
"Are you sure?" I asked. "Are you really, really sure? 'Cause first of all, we've already been sittin' here for at least seven minutes now, and there's still no sign of the peep. And even if she does appear soon, there's no guarantee that when she does, she'll give us treats. Especially if you're just sittin' there like you are. I mean, you're just sittin'! Sittin' doin' nothin'. Nothin' but sittin'," and for emphasis, I sat right back down on my butt.
"I'm not just sitting here, Seville. Well yes, I suppose I am. But," and she smiled somewhat knowingly, "do you realize where it is that I'm sitting?"
I looked first to my right, and then to my left, before answering. "Uhhh... the kitchen?"
Shaking her head, Toby asked, "How do you get yourself dressed in the morning? Oh, that's right, you don't."
"Neither do you," I scowled. "Fess up, little sister of mine. How do you get treats to magically appear for you, just by sittin' here in the kitchen? MOUSES!"
"I'm not sitting just anywhere in the kitchen," she answered. "This," and she pawed at the floor, "is the sweet spot."
I narrowed my eyes. "Sweet spot? What the mouses is a sweet spot? A spot where there's candy and stuff? You're a cat, Toby. Cats don't eat candy. We eat treats."
Tobias let out another loud sigh. "The sweet spot, Seville, is the best place for..."
And at that very moment, Peep #1 walked into the room. "Oh hello there, Toby," she said. "Hi sweetie," she added, looking at me. "Are you two wanting some treats?" and she reached over to the counter, and opened up a bag of our favourite tempting morsels, before placing a few on the floor before each of us.
"Well I'll be... It IS like magic," I said.
"Not magic," Toby replied, swallowing her first treat. "As I told you before, this is the sweet spot. Whenever Peep #1 sees me sitting here, right in this very spot, she gives me treats. It works every time."
"I. Never. Knew. MOUSES!"