Wednesday 29 May 2019

a supervisory capacity

A kitty's job is never done.

MOUSES!

Yesterday afternoon, the peep was out and about in the garden plantin' some stuff.  Not good stuff like catnip, mind you.  Just,,,

Stuff.

MOUSES!

So anyway...

So anyway, I figured the peep would be in need of my help.  You know, on account of her bein' nothin' more than a peep and all.

Peeps do need our help.

Proven fact.

MOUSES!

Well the peep was busy doin' whatever she was doin', and I was lyin' there on the ground near her, havin' a little nap, and...

I MEAN...

I mean, I was lyin' there on the ground near her, acting in a SUPERVISORY capacity, if you know what I mean.

THEN ALL OF A SUDDEN...

RIGHT BEFORE MY EYES...

There appeared, a mouse.

MOUSES!

It was just a wee little mouse.  A small little guy.  I didn't ask him his name.  For that matter, I don't even know if he was a he or a she!  Truth be told, I didn't ask about that, either.  I did, however, get up from my napping position, and...

I MEAN...

I mean, I did get up from where I was SUPERVISING THE PEEP, to wander on over to that there mouse.  For one brief moment - for only a second or two - I had intentions of catchin' that mouse and bringing him home for tea.  But then the peep, bein' a peep, said something 'bout leavin' poor mousie alone.


MOUSES!

And that's when I went back to supervisin' the peep.

Did you know...

Did you know, peeps rarely dig with their paws?

It's a fact.

I watched the peep doin' whatever she was doin' in the garden, which didn't involve catnip and therefore was likely useless, and not once did she dig in the ground with her paws.  Nope, she used a teeny tiny shovel she calls a trowel, instead.  I thought about gettin' up from my prostrate position and teachin' her how to dig properly, but reconsidered when I again saw...

That there mouse.

MOUSES!

Of course, the peep, bein' the nosey, in-your-face kinda nosey parker she is, once again told me to leave poor mousie alone.

MOUSES!

So there I was, caught between a rock and a hard place, and...

Well actually, I was caught between a nice comfy nappin' spot, and...

I MEAN...

I mean, I was caught between a nice comfy spot suitable for SUPERVISING peeps, and uh...

Um...

Well to tell you the truth, chasin' that mouse really wasn't of any interest to me, after all.  It's not like the mouse was gonna accept my invitation for dinner.  And even if he did, I highly doubt he'd bring a suitable gift for the host - which would be me - such as a bottle of fine nip wine.

You see, it's a well known fact in feline circles that mice are known for not bringing gifts for the host  and/or hostess when invited for dinner.

Total fact.

MOUSES!

And, of course, I was kinda busy.

You know, busy supervisin' the peep while she was doin' her stupid gardening stuff.  It would have been wrong for me to go gallivanting around the garden, trackin' down that there mouse, when the peep OBVIOUSLY NEEDED MY HELP doin' her uh...

Um...

Stupid stuff.

Goodness knows what she was doin'.  The peep, I mean.  It was somethin' stupid, for sure.  Imagine diggin' and delvin' in garden soil with not a nip plant nor nip seed in sight.

IMAGINE!

But that's a peep for you, isn't it?  They're ALWAYS doin' stupid stuff.

MOUSES!

9 comments:

  1. Good point, I have never heard of a mouse being a good house guest. :)

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  2. Not digging with hands, and not planting nip? Yeah, Sivvers ... peeps sure can be stupid!

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  3. If it was my human, she would have put you inside after seeing you eyeing that mouse, so consider yourself lucky!

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  4. Maybe your guest will make an appearance inside later!

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  5. Oh my, if that mouse moved it would have been a goner around here. Sweetie takes her job of keeping out intruders and infidels (that's mousies, dust bunnies and other critters)seriously and she'd dispatch it to mousie heaven in the blink of an eye, a snag of her paw and a clench of her jaw. She can be ferocious.

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  6. Oh man, that mouse was so yours for the having. . . . but I suppose needs must and a cat that has a task to supervise needs to do just that. Maybe once peep has gone to bed you can sneak out and invite that mouse to etiquette lessons ;)
    Purrs
    ERin

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  7. Seville, it was gallant of you to ignore that mouse's faux pas, of showing himself so close to you; the peep did NOT have to tell you to leave it...she was rude!

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  8. cranbereez dood, we thinked for sure ya waz gonna get a snax outta thiz ~~~ oh well, may bee next time huh !! :) ♥♥

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  9. Severs, maybe your momma was digging a hole as a trap to catch the mousie so she could keep it for herself! I'll be that's why she didn't want you to go after it. Your momma is sneaky!

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