'Cause I know, that's how.
Just 'cause you don't know, Peepers, doesn't mean I don't know. Fact is, I DO know. I know 'cause.. 'Cause like I said, 'CAUSE I KNOW!
BECAUSE I HAPPEN TO KNOW THEIR NAMES, THAT'S HOW.
Boy-oh-boy, some peeps.
So Peepers and I were havin' an argument the other day.
I know, I know... I know what you're thinkin'. You're thinkin', as Peepers and I have been pretty much cooped up here together for like three hundred and ninety-one MILLION, nine hundred and ten thousand, four hundred cat seconds now, we've probably had a whole lotta arguments, and you know somethin', my friends?
You would be right.
But the other day, the peep and I were havin' a particular argument about bees. Yup, you heard right: we were arguing about bees.
I informed the peep, you see, that I had been outside inspectin' my catnip crop - which is currently in full bloom, by the way - and there were no fewer than five big ol' bumblebees buzzin' around my various plants.
Well the peep, bein' a peep, said something 'bout how that was a whole lotta bees and how did I KNOW there were five or more different bees and that I wasn't countin' the same bees more than once, as I moved from plant to plant to plant.
Well firstly, as a cat, I don't like correction so as you can imagine, Peepers questioning my countin' skills did not go over very well.
And secondly, as a cat, I am ALWAYS correct so as you can imagine, I felt the need to explain a few things to the peep. I then proceeded to inform her how I KNEW FOR A FACT that there were no fewer than five big ol' bumblebees on those catnip plants.
"BECAUSE I KNOW THOSE BEES' NAMES!" I patiently explained.
Patiently explained... Yelled at the top of my lungs... Whatever.
"Look," I told her, "I saw Nicky and Tommy and Sam. Then Billie and Avery made an appearance, too. Now there might have been more, thus the reason I'm sayin' there were no FEWER than five, but I kinda got distracted and lost count at that point."
Got distracted... Got nipped testin' my crop... Whatever.
And then, the peep proceeded to laugh about my claimin' that bees have names.
Can you believe it?
Of all the ignorant peeps.
I'm tellin' ya, just 'cause peeps don't know bees' names doesn't mean said bees don't actually have names.
Which I then explained to the peep.
And do you know what she did, then? Do you? DO you?
She laughed at me. LAUGHED!
And I would have taken offence at this second bout of laughter of hers, and given her a real piece of my mind, but truth be told...
Truth be told...
I was too nipped.
Still am, as a matter of fact.
Yup, still am.
It's not my fault. I had a lotta catnip plants to inspect.
Inspect... Sample... Whatever.
Remember to mask up, too.
I've been totally nipped before too Seville!ReplyDelete
Of COURSE you know the bees' names, Sivvers. Why wouldn't you? MOUSES. We bet that nip helps you deal with your Peep's silly arguments, eh?ReplyDelete
dood....ewe betcha de beez haz namez....coz they canna all bee like...hay ewe...coz if they waz all hay ewe... any time any thing happened.... ya wood knot be abe bull ta call or tell hay ewe.... with out em all answerin !!! :) ♥♥ReplyDelete
We have bee names here. It is just crazy to think bees don't have names. Now wasps, they are a whole different story!ReplyDelete
Inspecting nip is a tough job, you are a trooper.ReplyDelete
Of course bees have names. Humans are just too impolite to ask. Apparently they like nip. They visit my catnip too.ReplyDelete