Weeks, that is.
Which means, my friends, that I've been stuck here with the peeps now for five hundred and forty nine million, seven hundred and sixty-three thousand, two hundred cat seconds.
But there's hope on the horizon, there is. Yup, hope on the horizon, for sure, 'cause spring is just around the...
Well, spring is nowhere to be seen, I'm afraid; but the calendar says it's gettin' closer which means ol' Peepers has been plantin' seeds and things, and is therefore generally in a pretty good mood these days.
'Cept when Saffron knocks those seeds and things down.
But we're workin' on that! Yup, I've been workin' on trainin' Saffron to not knock stuff down from the windowsills.
Unfortunately, Saffron isn't easily trained.
But luckily, Peepers is!
Okay, so she's not THAT easily trained. I mean, it's hard to teach an old dog new tricks, you know? And it turns out that it's hard to teach an old broad... I mean, peep, new tricks, too.
What I should have said is that Peepers is easiER to train than Saffron.
It's not sayin' much, I know, but it is somethin', I do believe.
So in order to avoid heartache and my havin' to invest in earplugs for when Peepers expresses her grief at the loss of her plants, I have been workin' on trainin' that ol' peep of mine. Trainin' her to not leave her seeds and things on the windowsills, that is.
And it seems to be workin', for Peepers has managed to confine her spring planting to the sunroom and our.. I mean, MY office, and the doors to these rooms are remainin' closed so that Saffron cannot get in to do damage and so far, so good, I think.
Of course, ol' Peepers almost walked into our... I mean, MY office door the other day, forgettin' it had been closed but hey, accidents happen, you know?
And who cares if Peepers bangs her head on a door? It's not like it's likely to do any damage.
Okay, so maybe it is, on account of Peepers carryin' a big ol' paper bag of groceries at the time which, I believe, contained packages of treats; and treats can get crushed between doors and a peep and that IS A DISASTER OF MONSTROUS PROPORTIONS, for sure.
No cat likes his temptations crushed and turned into rubble.
And speakin' of rubble...
Yeah, I've nothin' for that.
Remember to mask up, too.