it didn't end there

Now as you might remember from my last blog post, the other day, we had a chippy in the house.

Yup, that's right: a chippy was In. The. House.

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And of course, it was all Peepers' fault.

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So anyway...

So anyway, the story didn't end there.  No siree, the story did not end with the chippy gettin' in the house.

Did I say gettin'?  Gettin' as in gettin' in?  I MEANT, with Peepers lettin' him in.

'Cause it's not like he broke in by pickin' the lock or smashin' down the door or anythin' like that.  That ol' chippy had an open invitation of sorts.  Not from me, of course, 'cause I'm not that stupid.  The open invitation was from the peep.  'Cause when a peep leaves a door open and there's a chippy runnin' about, ODDS ARE said chippy is gonna get in the house.

Which it did.

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So anyway....

So anyway, last I saw of that ol' chippy was him runnin' up the stairs.

Runnin'...  Jumpin'...  Leapin'...  Whatever.

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Then the next thing I knew, Peepers was shouting 'bout his bein' back downstairs.

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And then Peepers had the most brilliant idea.

I know, I know...  I know what you're thinkin'.  You're thinkin' that my peep doesn't usually have brilliant ideas.  And you know somethin', my friends?

You would be right.

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But every now and then, she just might.

We'll call it an anomaly of sorts.

Hey, even a broken clock can tell the right time twice a day.

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So anyway...

So anyway, Peepers thought that if she were to leave the sunroom door open, the smell of the fresh air might entice the chippy to go in there.  Then she could close the door from the kitchen to the sunroom, and eventually - all claws crossed - the chippy might wander back outside.

Well!

Well things didn't go quite as planned.

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Sure enough, the chippy did eventually go into the sunroom.  And Peepers did close the kitchen door behind him.  But the thing was, that ol' chippy musta kinda liked the sunroom 'cause it looked like he was gonna hunker down and camp out in there.

All day.

All. Day. Long.

'Cept for the time when Peepers thought he had gone outside but hadn't, so when she opened the kitchen door, he got back in there for a bit, before she was able to herd him back into the sunroom again.

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But many hours later...

Many hours later, like about five or maybe six, the chippy was seen ACTUALLY leavin' the house.

Goodness knows how many other critters might have been in and out durin' that time but yes, said chippy DID get out.

And so far he hasn't returned!

I don't think.

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Now one might think the peep might have learned a lesson from all this chipmunk stuff.  Right?  Right.

WRONG!

Why just this mornin', I saw Peepers out on the veranda with birdies flittin' about, and the door behind her standin' ajar.

Woman never learned a darn thing, I'm afraid.

Luckily for Peepers, Saffy was at the door, standin' guard.

Well, droolin' really.  You know, droolin' at the thought of a nice little snack flyin' in.  Luckily for them, none of 'em did.

This time.

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And remember:

IF IN DOUBT,

DON'T. GO. OUT.

Continue to practice SOCIAL DISTANCIN' measures

AND KEEP WASHIN' YOUR PAWS.

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Remember to mask up, too.