Wednesday 5 February 2020

they say it's good luck

Don't worry, Peepers.  It's SUPPOSED to be good luck.

BWAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

MOUSES!

So anyway...

So anyway, the peep has been volunteerin' as target practise.  That's right, ol' Peepers is gettin' all sporty and athletic and...

NOT!!!

No, the peep isn't practising darts or shootin' arrows or anythin' like that.  She's uh...

Well...

Well ol' Peepers isn't tossin' darts or shootin' arrows at a target.  Peepers IS the target, I'm afraid.

MOUSES!

And there are no darts or arrows involved.

But like I told her earlier, it's supposed to be lucky.

BWHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

MOUSES!

Apparently, Peepers has become the target for...  Now how should I put this?  Hmmm...

POOPIES!

And pee-pees.

MOUSES!

So the other day, Peepers was out in the back yard under the big oak tree out there.  You know the one.  The one where the crows congregate to put on their daily always-cheated-of-an-Emmy Crow Show, and where the starlings and blue jays hang about makin' guest appearances and stuff.

Well...

Well ol' Peepers bent down to pick somethin' up from the ground - a dropped prop, I do believe - and the next thing she knew, she felt somethin' hit the back of her arm, and...

Well...

Well wouldn't you know it, some ol' crow sittin' up in that tree went and pooped on the peep.

MOUSES!

Let's just say, the peep was not amused.

MOUSES!

Then this mornin', Peepers was tryin' to get me to lie down on a chair in the family room AND I WAS TRYIN' to tell her I didn't want to lie down, but rather, I wanted - No, NEEDED - to use the little boys' box, but Peepers, bein' a peep, paid no attention to what I was sayin' and the next thing we knew...

Well...

Well didn't I go pee on the peep.

MOUSES!

But like I said to the peep, it's supposed to be lucky.

BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

MOUSES!


7 comments:

  1. Oh noes, Seville! Your peep got pooped AND peed on! Well, she is really lucky, ain't she?
    P.S. My sister was hit by seagull poop when we were vacationing in Bath, England...she too was NOT amused! I had to put my hand over her daughters/my niece's mouth, 'cause laughing at her mom right then would have been BAD! We laughed after she left to walk back to our rental to change clothes, however...

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  2. Oh no, a pooper peep is never a happy peep!

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  3. I think your human needs to be a little more in tune with nature when it calls - at least when it's calling the critters around her! MOL

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  4. May I suggest souwester and cape? Anywys, with all that luck the peep is getting I bet nip production will be up this year! ;)
    Purrs
    ERin

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  5. FAAAAAAAAAA.....dood. thiz iz eggs act lee what we meen when we say burdz iz bass terdz....nastee and rood two..... we offer sincere apolgeez ta de peepz ~~~~~~~~~~

    ☺☺♥♥

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  6. Seville you are the cats cat and when you gotta go you gotta go. Now we know that crow was in no such corner and let go out of sheer bird malice. Mom better take an umbrella with her MOL

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  7. Yes, I have heard it is good luck to get pooped on by a bird- please let me know how that works out for the peep. :)

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