Oh my mouses, it's time to bring on the Happy Dance, I say. Bring. It. On.
You know, Peepers has gone through her entire life lookin' for secret passages and hidden tunnels and long lost treasure, and stuff like that. Of course, she's never found any of those. She once came close, though, way back when, when she was just a wee little kitten, herself. But unfortunately, her searchin' for that particular secret passage didn't work out all that well.
FYI, if you open the door and stick a sign with an arrow on the wall sayin' SECRET PASSAGE, the passage isn't a secret, at all.
I, on the other paw, discovered a long lost treasure only yesterday.
That's right, I, Seville the Cat, discovered a long lost tre...
Okay, so it wasn't really lost, but it was a treasure, for sure.
Yesterday afternoon, Peepers decided to dig up the garden bed where her stupid peas grew earlier this year. Now I say stupid on account of their havin' been of no use to me, but I'm bettin' you knew that already.
FYI, everythin' of no use to me is most likely gonna be labelled as stupid.
Well I wasn't payin' a whole lot of attention to the peep's diggin' on account of the whole thing bein' kinda borin', you see. First of all, she was diggin' with a spade. I, Seville the Cat, like any and every respectable feline, much prefer diggin' with my paws. Requirin' a spade or any other kind of diggin' implement in order to dig, just proves beyond any reasonable doubt that we cats truly are the superior species.
Plus, when Peepers digs in the garden, she always seems to manage to get herself covered in dirt from head to paw and quite honestly, it's a little disgustin'.
But anyway, while Peepers was diggin' away, I thought I'd have an afternoon nap. The sun was warm on my furs and a gentle breeze was ticklin' my whiskers. And just as I had almost drifted off to sleep, the most wonderful fragrance wafted past my nose.
Could it be...
Could it be...
Could it be catnip I was smellin'?
Nah, that couldn't be right. I wasn't anywhere near my catnip patch. My catnip patch is at the front of the garden, you see, and Peepers and I were settled in at the back.
Plus, if I was smellin' catnip, it would likely mean that instead of diggin' up her stupid peas, Peepers was messin' about with my nip plants and I was sure she was absolutely NOT doin' that. She and I have an agreement, you see. Peepers doesn't mess with my nip plants, and I don't poop in her peas.
Whether those peas be stupid, or not.
And FYI, peas are ALWAYS stupid, for sure.
So knowin' the wonderful aroma of catnip couldn't possibly be caused by Peepers messin' with my nip patch, I figured I must have already drifted off to sleep and was now dreamin'. Dreamin' of nip fields with nip plants gently swayin' in the breeze.
But the funny thing was, I wasn't seein' any nip plants in my dreams. Nope, I wasn't seein' anythin' at all! And I had never had a sniffin' only dream before.
I opened one eye.
Hmmm... I was still smellin' the nip although now fully awake.
So up I got, onto all four paws, allowin' said paws to follow my nose. Before I knew it, I was standin' right there next to the peep. She was by her stupid pea bed lookin' down at some kinda plant she had found growin' there. And she had a look on her face. A look I knew only too well. Peepers considered that plant to be a weed and was just about to dig it up when...
WHEN I, SEVILLE THE CAT, REALISED WHAT THE PLANT WAS, AND THAT THAT THERE PLANT WAS MOST CERTAINLY NOT ANY WEED.
"GET AWAY FROM THAT NIP PLANT, YOU PEEP. THAT THERE IS LONG-LOST TREASURE, FOR SURE!"
Okay, so again, it wasn't really lost. I hadn't known of its existence before that moment, and I don't think you can lose somethin' you never actually had.
But treasure it was. Treasure, for sure.
The next half hour was spent findin' the right pot, fillin' it with soil, and pottin' up my newly found catnip plant which I was gonna love and cherish, before munchin' on it and gettin' myself well and truly nipped.
And after the important stuff was all done, I then allowed Peepers to continue with her diggin'. Her stupid diggin', that is.
Imagine needin' a spade to dig.
Remember to mask up, too.