the tale of the dancin' ol' peep

Perhaps you remember...

In a blog post, a little while back...

The tale of the dancin' ol' peep.

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You might also remember my reaction to what I am quite generously referrin' to as dancin'.

I WAS WAY TOO BUSY ROLLIN' AROUND ON THE FLOOR; LAUGHIN' AT PEEPERS RUNNIN' AROUND, INSIDE AND OUT, LOOKIN' FREAKISHLY FRAZZLED AND KINDA WEIRDLY BEDAZZLED, DOIN' HER VERSION OF THE FREAKY FREAKAZOID DANCE OF THE PEEPS.

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So anyway...

So anyway, that was what happened when Saffy went missin'.  Yup, Saffy was missin' and Peepers danced the freaky freakazoid dance of the peeps.

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Well it happened again, my friends.  It happened again!  Once again, ol'...

Pardon me?

Oh, no.  Sorry.  No, Peepers did not again do the dance of the peeps.

And it's a good thing, too, 'cause a cat can pull a muscle rollin' around on the floor, laughin' his tail off, whilst watchin' his silly ol' so-called dancin' peep.

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No, what happened again was that Saffy went missin'.

Uh-huh.  Yup.  He did it again.  Again!

Only this time..

This time...

THIS time, before Peepers got a chance to embarrass herself once more, doin' whatever that was that we're callin' dancin', Saffron was found.  Found, I tell you.  FOUND!

Pardon me?

No, surprisingly enough, he was NOT found by me.  

If you can believe it, it was actually the peep.

Who found him, that is.

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Yeah, Saffy went missin' and Peepers searched the house, inside and out.  Which she did last time, too, if you remember, but obviously not well enough.

OBVIOUSLY.

'Cause truth be told, his hidin' spot was right there, out in the open, just WAITIN' to be found.

There Saffy was, on top of the guest bed, kinda tucked in between the pillows, but really and truly, not all that well hidden, at all.

Okay, so...  So all you could see were his ears and his tail and some little bits in between.

BUT APPARENTLY, YOU HAD TO GO RIGHT INTO THE ROOM, stand at the far end of the bed, and peer over at the pillows.

Or so says the peep.

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Yeah, that bit didn't make much sense to me, either.  How the peep didn't see him the LAST time, I really have no idea.  She went in the room.  She even got down on her hands and her knees, lookin' under the bed.  You'd think that whilst strugglin' back up onto her feet, she would've spotted him squeezed in between those ol' pillows.

PEEPERS IS CLEARLY NOT GOOD AT GAMES OF HIDE AND GO SEEK.

Not good as in the WORLD'S WORST PLAYER, that is.

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On the other paw, it's quite possible Saffy Saffron Sassifras has TWO top-secret hidin' places to use.  Maybe the last time, up on the guest bed was not where he was.

And no, before you ask, I already did.  Apparently, he's not tellin'.

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wanna play?

Hey Peepers!  You wanna play a game?

Too late.  TAG!  You're it.

Uh Peepers, are you coming?  You do realize you've gotta chase me to catch me, right?  And you've gotta catch me to tag me back.  That's like the whole point of this game.

Uh Peepers, IN OTHER WORDS, you've gotta get up off that butt of yours.  You've gotta get a move on.  You've gotta...

Hmm...  Perhaps Tag is too difficult of a game for you.  Let's find somethin' easier.

How 'bout...   I know!  How 'bout a nice little game of Hide and Go Seek.  I'll hide first, and...

Scratch that.  I remember playin' Hide and Go Seek with you once before.  I did my part: I hid.  Several hours later, I realized you hadn't even started lookin' for me yet.

What a stupid peep.

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But on the other paw, I did get in a really nice nap that afternoon.  Wasn't even bein' pestered by any peeps.

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What's that?  What's that you're babblin' on about now, Peepers?

Oh.  You wanna play that kinda Hide and Go Seek.  Are you sure?  Do you really want me to go hide your stuff, and...

But I thought you said I WASN'T to go 'round hidin' your stuff anymore.  You know, after the little incident with the spare car keys that went missin'.

And just for the record, they weren't actually missin'.

THEY WERE HIDDEN.

And I knew where they were all along.

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You know, I'm thinkin' you're tryin' to TRICK me, by suggestin' we play the game where I hide your stuff all over the house and make you go find it.  Yeah, trickery like that is just the kinda thing a peep like you would do.

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So let's see...  What other kinds of games are there to play?

Got it.  We can play Fifty-two Card Pickup.  Be right back.

Okay, Peepers.  I went first.  Now it's your turn.  Go check out the family room floor.

What?  What's that you're babblin' on about now, Peepers?

Oh.  That.  Well...

Well the two decks of cards were in the same case, you see.  It was almost impossible for me to knock one down, without knockin' down the other.  Besides, it's not my fault.  I'm not the one who put 'em together in the first place.  That, my peep, would have been you.

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Try thinkin' of it this way, Peepers:  Twice as many cards to pick up, is twice as much fun!

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Hey Peepers!  You finished pickin' up all those cards yet?

I'm only asking 'cause I found another game we can play.  I went first.  Now it's your turn.  Go check out the kitchen floor.

NO.,.  No, it's not another game of Fifty-two Card Pickup.  For mousin' out loud, who the mouses wants to play the same game twice in a row?  Exactly what kinda cat do you think I am?

Plus, there were no playin' cards on the kitchen counter to knock down.

But I found somethin' else.

What?  What's that you're babblin' on about now, Peepers?

I WAS JUST SAYIN', I found another game for us to play, and like I said, I've already made the first move.  It's your turn now.

You are familiar with the game, Pick up Sticks?

Yeah, well there were no sticks in the kitchen.  But have no fear, for I, Seville the Cat, am here.  And I'm pretty sure toothpicks will work as well as sticks.  Their names even rhythm.

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Hey, don't complain to me, Peepers.  You know perfectly well that if you leave stuff out on that end of the kitchen counter, said stuff is bound to get knocked down.  It's like a law of nature, or somethin'.

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Uh Peepers...  What's that look you're makin'?  Why is your face all screwed up like that?  That some kinda game you're tryin' to teach me?  'Cause in all honesty, although it's very thoughtful of you to teach me a game, there's no way MY face can be made to look like that.

And as a matter of fact, you wouldn't be makin' your face look like that, either, if you were to see yourself in a mirror right now.  But to each his own, I suppose.  To each his own...

Seriously, Peepers, stop it.  Stop makin' that face.  You're creepin' me out.  Plus, you don't want that look to stick.

Oh, so NOW you're ready to play Tag, huh?  So NOW you're ready to...

ARRRGGGGHHHHH!!!!

New game, Peepers.  It's called King of the Castle.  I'M THE KING.  You can be the stupid, dirty ol' rascal.

And FYI, Peepers, I'm not comin' down from the top this here fridge 'til you wipe that stupid look off your face.

Let's just hope that look hasn't already stuck.

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