Then I sat back on my haunches and got ready to enjoy the show.
And THEN I chided myself for not bringin' popcorn.
I looked about before singin' to the peep, "Andy's to the left of me, Rushy's to the right. Here I am, stuck in the middle with you. MOUSES!"
The peep just looked at me like I was crazy or somethin'.
Yeah, like I'M the one who's crazy. Right. Look who's talkin'.
"Oh PEE-pers..." I sang. "You're gonna have to be quick if you wanna get Rushy in without Andy gettin' out. I know it's already dark out there, but Andy thinks he can still go outside. Says it's only six-thirty. He SAYS, six-thirty isn't nighttime yet. I think he's forgotten 'bout that ol' time change thingy, and..."
And that, my friends, was the moment Andy dashed outside. He dashed out - Right between the peep's legs! - and trotted down the front path.
And THAT, my friends, was the moment both the jokers AND the clowns were over to my right.
Pointin' to Andy's rear end headin' off into the night, I asked, "Whatcha gonna do 'bout that?"
Peep #1 answered my question by dartin' out after Andy, scoopin' him up, and bringin' him back inside.
But RUSHY was still out on the veranda, and makin' no attempt to come indoors. Oh sure, he wanted to come in, but he does this thing now where he walks toward the door, and then stops a few paw steps away, makin' the peep go outside to get him.
FYI, this does NOT go over well in the dead of winter.
So with Andy back inside, I was once again stuck betwixt and between a joker and a clown. Yup, stuck right there in the middle, with the peep.
"You know," and I tugged on the peep's pant leg, "the moment you open the door again for Rushy, Andy's gonna be dartin' right past..."
AND HE'S OFF!
Yup, off to the races, for sure. But THIS time, at a run, not merely a trot.
But the peep, bein' a peep, persevered, and she, too, was off like a dart.
A slow-movin' dart, of course, on account of her bein' just a peep.
Moments later, Peep #1 returned with one very annoyed clown... I mean, Andy, under one arm. Next thing I knew, she was bendin' down to pick up the other clown... I mean, joker. No, what I REALLY mean is, Rushton.
"DON'T DO IT!" I cried. "NO, PEEPERS. NO!!! That's too much weight. No mere peep can pick up two long-haired freakishly large - most likely Maine Coon - marmies at one time. IT SIMPLY CANNOT BE DONE."
But the peep, bein' a peep, ignored my warnings and with one freak... I mean, brother, under each arm, she toddled inside like a drunken sailor carrying her stash of liquid nip.
And what do you do with THAT?
So anyway, with both long-haired marmie freaks indoors for the night, and a peep who was no longer strugglin' to carry said freaks, I picked myself up off the floor and made my way into the kitchen. Clearly, Act I of the evening's Marmie Freak Show was over, and durin' intermission, a cat needs his snacks.