Wednesday, 3 April 2019
drip, drip, drip
*drip, drip, drip*
*drip, drip, drip*
Oh my mouses, that there drippin' must be what they call water torture, for sure.
PEEPERS! PEEPERS!!! Get your tail in here, would ya?
PUH-LEASE? Would you please get your tail in here, Peepers?
Oh good, you're here. Peepers, you think you could do somethin' about that constant drippin'? It's drivin' me up-the-wall and around-the-bend batty, for sure.
What dripping, you ask? What do you mean, what dripping? THAT dripping. Are you deaf, woman? ARE YOU DEAF?
Yeah, that dripping. That gosh darn it, confounded dripping. Just listen to it, Peepers, drip, drip, drippin' away. Drip after drip after drip after...
Oh good, you're hearing it now, too.
SO WHAT ARE YOU GONNA DO ABOUT IT, PEEPERS? WHAT ARE YOU GONNA DO?
Isn't there someone you can call? A plumber, perhaps?
What do you MEAN plumbers don't deal with drips like that?
No, seriously, what do you mean? Plumbers work with water, right? And drips are... Well... Water. RIGHT? So therefore, ergo, ipso facto...
What do you MEAN I'm being redundant?
No, seriously, what do you mean? You're not thinkin' of making ME redundant, are you? 'Cause seriously, Peepers, you'll never find another cat like me. Never, I say. NEVER! And NO, Peepers, that is most definitely not a good thing.
But back to this torturous dripping water that is assaulting my ears. What are you gonna do about it, Peepers? WHAT ARE YOU GONNA DO? If you're not going to call the plumber, WHAT ARE YOU GONNA DO?
Hey! Where do you think you're going? We're not done talking about this, yet. And FYI, you still haven't fixed the problem.
Of all the no good for nothin'....
So anyway, I did some research and it turns out the peep is right.
Gosh darn it, there's a first time for everything, I guess.
Anyway, it turns out the peep is right about plumbers not dealin' with this particular kinda drippin'. Apparently, one does not call a plumber when it rains and a kitty is bothered by the dripping noises of said rain, outside.
At least, that's what the three plumbers I called said.
Said.., Claimed... Made up flimsy excuses... Whatever.
So anyway, I think my next plan of action should be to call a weatherpeep. Maybe he - or she - can fix this blasted, torturous drippin' problem I have.
OH MY MOUSES WHAT WAS THAT? Thunder and lightning? Oh my gosh, IT'S AN ELECTRICIAN I need to call, for sure.
Posted by Seville at Nerissa's Life at 15:31
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Oh yea, that sure can be frustrating!ReplyDelete
That is a problem. Maybe you need ear plugs :)ReplyDelete
Now what I want to know is: who do you have to call if you get earth quakes? a Dr or a builder? ;)ReplyDelete
Humans are so lazy! Nobody ever offers to repair broken weather.ReplyDelete
Oh dear, Seville! Time to call Noah, for an ark?ReplyDelete
These days we got LOADS of dripping around here too! wish it would stop raining!!!ReplyDelete
Good luck getting the weather peep.ReplyDelete
We've been trying that for weeks!
Have a super Sunday...
Noodle and crew
Your logic to call a plumper to fix drips makes purr-fect sense to me, Severs. And thunder booms and lightning flashes does sound like something an electrical human should be able to take care of. But then again, can humans really take care of things themselves. I wonder sometimes. Tee hee hee. Luv you.ReplyDelete