Pictures. Pictures, shmictures. MOUSES!
If a picture is worth a thousand words, what are a thousand pictures worth? A million?
And what if those pictures happen to be of the back of your head? Or of the tip of your tail? Or of the imprint left in the dirt after you've walked away 'cause the peep took too long to focus the camera?
Or how 'bout if the picture is of the shadow of the peep herself, tryin' to take your picture when she thought you weren't lookin', but was clearly mistaken, 'cause you really
were lookin', knew there was a peep on the prowl with a flashy box in her paws, and made your escape while the goin' was good? I really can't see anyone payin' a million OF ANYTHING for a picture like that. MOUSES!
At least in this day and age, peeps don't have to worry 'bout putting film in their cameras. And yet, they still mess up.
MOUSES!
Needless to say, we're havin' some difficulties on the picture taking front at my house.
Peep #1 was all set to take some really nice pictures of me for a special blog post, where I was gonna thank Nellie for the lovely stuffy and pin she sent. But as you've probably guessed, the peep is still workin' on those pictures.
Pictures that are
not of the back of my head. Or the tip of my tail. And where the flash actually went off so I'm more than just a shadowy blur and... Well... Well MOUSES!
But speakin' of pictures, you ever see those pictures of ink blots they use in those ink blot test thingies?
Apparently, with these ink blot tests, different cats will see different things. It's true! You can show a bunch of cats the very same ink blot and they all interpret it in different ways. One cat might see a butterfly, another cat might see a squished mosquito, another one might see a squished mosquito next to his equally squished cousin Guido, and another one might see a vase with some flowers and so on and so on and so on.
And then you ask your peep and what does
she see?
Let's just say, Peep #1 is not the most imaginative of peeps and we'll leave it at that.
But if really wanna know, Peep #1 saw nothing but a blot of ink. MOUSES!
And she's wondering 'bout who names a mosquito,
Guido.
I have to admit, I was kinda wondering 'bout that too.
MOUSES!
And then there are those pictures they call,
diagrams.
Peep #1 recently bought a tumbling composter thingy for the garden 'cause the one we have is kinda broken. Not broken as in it doesn't tumble anymore. It never tumbled. Nope, tumbling was a thing it never did. It was never meant to tumble at all. It was only meant to be a place where the peeps could put the stuff for composting. But it's really old now and kinda fallin' apart.
What does this have to do with pictures called diagrams, you ask?
Good question!
Thing is, the tumbling composter is still in its box, sitting in
my office, and judging by the box in which it's sitting, I'm thinking it's gonna need to be put together. Yup, the box is too small for there to be a ready-to-use composter in there. I'm pretty sure the peep is gonna need to put it together and that, of course, means the box also likely contains a diagram.
Now the problem with these diagram thingies is... Well...
Well perhaps the problem is not with the actual diagrams but rather, with my peep. MOUSES!
I was chattin' with my pal Austin the other day, and I was reminded how when Peep #1 puts things together using diagrams, quite often, there are pieces left over.
Oh sure, they're just little pieces. A screw here. A nut there. A bolt or two, perhaps. Nothing big. They're what the peep calls,
the extras. MOUSES!
Never once have I ever seen a box where under the contents it listed, "Extras."
But the peep wouldn't know 'bout that because the peep never reads the list of contents on the outside of the box. Just like she never reads the instructions
inside the box. If we're lucky, she might glance at the accompanying diagram. In all honestly, she just puts whatever it is together as she sees fit, and then hides away those leftover parts she calls,
the extras.
Peep #1 has a whole drawer FULL of extras. MOUSES!
I'm thinkin' that this lack of reading instructions on Peep #1's part might, in fact, be the reason for her
havin' an Extras Drawer, in the first place. MOUSES!
Of course, the stuff the peep puts together doesn't always
stay together.
Perhaps that bolt
was necessary? Maybe that nail was
needed? Could it be that that screw really was
meant to be used after all?
Peep #1 brings a whole new meaning to the phrase, "a screw loose," to be sure. MOUSES!
And even if what the peep puts together does, in fact, stay together, there's no guarantee it's gonna work.
At least not work like it was
meant to work. Like if all the bits and pieces were used and... stuff.
But little trifles like that don't bother my peep. No sirree. To her, this is all part of what makes life
interestin'. MOUSES!
So I'm thinkin'... I'm thinkin' there's a good chance that once the peep puts together the tumbling composter thingy, that the composter thingy won't actually compost and even if it does compost, it most definitely won't tumble. At least not more than once. You know, when it tumbles to the ground on account of a leg not bein' properly attached or a flap not screwed in or... whatever.
And I'm thinkin' that odds are, the peep's Extras Drawer will be a little fuller
after the peep puts together the tumbling composter that doesn't tumble more than once, than it was before.
But I'm also thinkin', at least I'm gettin' a new box! I mean, she doesn't have to put the box together or anything so she can't really screw that part up, right? RIGHT?
And maybe... Possibly... There just might even be a slim to almost good chance of the peep getting a picture of me inside my new box, snuggled up to that stuffy I was tellin' you about. The stuffy from my pal, Nellie. And a picture like that would be worth
at least a thousand words, to be sure. MOUSES!
Stupid, stupid, stupid.
Okay, so maybe I didn't. Maybe it was only like five million and twenty-eight times, I tried. But however many times it actually was, it was a really lot of times.
