Don't worry, the peep didn't sit on one of my fur-sib's tossed cookies again. Actually, what happened was way worse than that.
In fact, none of my fur-sibs even tossed their cookies today. What happened was way worse than that.
No, there were no recent outside-of-the-litter-box accidents goin' around . What happened was WAY worse than that. It was way, way, WAY worse than that, for sure.
Okay, I'll tell you. I'll tell you what was way, way, way worse than kitties tossin' their cookies, and peeps sittin' on said tossed cookies, and stuff endin' up on the wrong side of the litter box.
Are you ready?
Are you sure?
Okay, here goes.
Wait for it...
Peep #1 kissed me.
Told you. I TOLD you it was way worse than all of the above.
Yup, Peep #1 picked me up in her arms, gave me a big ol' hug - squeezin' me way too tightly for comfort if you ask me - and then...
And then she kissed me.
Right on the top of my head.
RIGHT WHERE I CAN'T REACH TO WASH OFF ALL HER ICKY PEEP GERMS.
And you know she has 'em.
Peep germs, I mean.
After all, she IS a peep.
Apparently, the peep was feelin' kinda guilty 'bout her raisin' her voice to me the other day 'cause I was whappity-whappin' that new plastic ball toy she gave us cats - REPEATEDLY - down the upstairs hallway in the middle of night.
And so she should.
Feel guilty, I mean.
But then to kiss me?
On the TOP of my HEAD?
Talk about addin' insult to injury.
Well do you know what? Do you know what I'm gonna do?
I'm gonna get that ol' peep back. Oh yeah, I'm gonna get her back, for sure.
Okay, so you can't actually see me right now, but if you could, you'd see a devilishly, devious smile growin' right across my face. Yup, I'm smilin' just thinkin' about what I'm gonna do to that ol' peep to get her back.
And do you know what I'm gonna do, my friends?
Well I'll TELL you what I'm gonna do.
And then I'm gonna go kiss that ol' peep right back.
RIGHT ON THE TOP OF HER HEAD.