Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peepers.
Scratch that. There's no such thing as a pickled peep.
Unless, of course, said peep were to be high on the nip.
Nope, I think it was peppers. Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled PEPPERS.
Yup, that sounds way better, for sure.
On the other paw...
On the other paw, what's a cat like me gonna do with a peck of pickled peppers? A peep, pickled or not, is of far more use than peppers. After all, peeps have opposeable thumbs whereas peppers don't have any thumbs, at all.
I don't think.
But anyway, I don't know who this Peter guy is and I don't particularly care why he was pickin' some peppers. In fact, like I implied earlier, I don't care 'bout peppers at all. I don't even care 'bout the pots of peppers Peepers has growin'. I mean, they're peepers! What the mouses is a cat gonna do with peppers? They're... They're... They're... THEY'RE PEPPERS!
But do you know what I do care about, my friends? Do you know what I really, really care about a lot?
Yup, I care very much about the nip.
And speakin' of catnip...
And speakin' of catnip, I was out and about the other day, inspectin' my pots of the nip. Checkin' in on 'em. Makin' sure they were healthy. Lookin' for signs of distress. You know, that sorta thing.
And while I was checkin' on my pots of catnip, what did I find?
Well I found a certain butt-sized indentation right in the midst of one of my pots of the nip.
My first thought was, of course, WHAT THE MOUSES WAS PEEPERS THINKIN', SITTIN' IN THE MIDST OF MY VERY PRECIOUS POTS OF THE NIP? WHAT WAS SHE THINKIN'? WAS SHE THINKIN' AT ALL?
But then I took a closer look at that indentation and thought to myself, no, that can't be right. Peepers' butt is way bigger than that.
And THEN I thought....
Well that's 'bout the time I thought I might wanna go get nipped on account of my bein' so stressed out by the fact that SOMEONE had gone and sat right in the midst of my potted catnip plants and left a big ol' stupid indentation where they had sat.
So long story short...
So long story short, after I got nipped, I got the munchies and had to go find myself a snack. And as snacks required on account of nip-induced munchies will do, said snack made me sleepy so I had to have a nap.
And after wakin' up from my nap...
After wakin' up from my nap, I went to investigate the strange indentation in my catnip plants, once more.
And that's when I saw...
That's when I saw one of my neighbourhood kitty pals sittin' right in the middle of my best potted catnip plant, munchin' away on my catnip, gettin' high as a kite on the nip.
So I immediately raced indoors 'cause I figured I had best go hide all the snacks. 'Cause after eatin' as much nip as he looked like he had eaten, I was bettin' he was gonna have a bad case of the munchies, for sure.
Nerissa looks very chilled today! Mouses here, Mouses there, Mouses everywhere!ReplyDelete
That was a good idea to guard the snacks. I was thinking it was going to be Saffy in the nip. :)ReplyDelete
Hey Seville, there's been a pickled peep here a time or two over the years!ReplyDelete
Yep, best to run inside to had the snacks, Seville.ReplyDelete
I give him credit because picking peppers is usually migrant work.ReplyDelete
MOUSES! Sitting right in the middle of YOUR nip? And eating YOUR nip? Yeah, you'd better hide all of YOUR food, Sivvers, because that munchie McNip monster is gonna have some serous munchies!ReplyDelete
Well I'll be, what a cheek. YOUR catnip being sat on by a neighbour cat. Why, Seville, I'd hop right on over to that said neighbour cat and sit right on in their nip. And failing that, sit on any other things them may have. Better still, get your peep to pick a spot to sit on in their garden and let them see you're on affraid to up the anti!ReplyDelete
Toodle pips and purrs