It's rainin'; it's pourin'. The old man is snor...Mason, quit your snorin'!
I don't snore, Seville. And I'm not a man. AND I'M NOT OLD, EITHER!
You could have fooled me. MOUSES!
Hehehehehe... Yup, I was laughin' my tail off last night, for sure.
Of course, I could afford to laugh, on account of the fact that when I looked outside and saw those dark storm clouds loomin' overhead, I had the sense to stay indoors. My sisters Tess and Tobias? Eh... Not so much. MOUSES!
And boy-oh-boy did it pour.
It poured SO hard...
It poured so hard, I thought somebody was dumpin' buckets of water right on top of our house. In fact, I thought they were dumpin' not just the water, but the actual buckets, too! That would certainly have accounted for the amount of noise the rain was makin', 'cause boy-oh-boy was it ever loud.
Of course, that was after I came to the conclusion that it wasn't my sister snorin'.
'Cause when Mason snores, she snores loudly, for sure.
And believe-you-me, no matter how much she denies it, Mason does snore. She just wasn't snorin' last night. MOUSES!
As for Tess and Tobias, they weren't snorin', either. Neither one of 'em ever snores.
But they sure did get wet!
Shortly after the flood directed directly at the roof of our house began, Peep #1 found Toby and Tess peering in the kitchen window. The peep opened it for 'em, and they darted inside. Then they gave themselves a good shake...
...And gave Peep #1 an unexpected shower! MOUSES!
But that was NOTHIN' compared to what happened to the peep the other day. Take a load off your paws, and I'll tell you all about it.
Once upon a time...
Nah, that sounds like a fairy tale or somethin', but this tale is totally true.
The other day...That's better.
So the other day, it rained.
Now we're not talkin' about a little spring shower here. We're talkin' about a heavy downpour. Emphasis on the heavy.
Peep #1 heard the rain outside and realized that her trays of seedlings...
You know, the baby plants she hasn't managed to plant in the ground yet, because she has been too busy doin' stupid stuff that is not related to the growin' of the nip, 'cause as EVERYONE knows, there's NOTHIN' stupid about growin' nip, so if she were doin' that, what she was doin' wouldn't be stupid at all.
Anyway, the peep realized her baby plants were outside in all that rain. And she also realized that all that rain was super duper heavy. Not heavy as in heavy water, although it was heavy and it was water, so although it was water that was heavy, heavy water it was not. MOUSES!
Anyway, the peep realized that leavin' those small plants outside in all that rain was probably not a good idea so...
So the peep went outside, to bring her plants in.
Well!
Well it turns out, my peep is physically incapable of outrunning raindrops. Who knew? MOUSES!
You should have seen her. Perhaps you did? I'm expecting to see video footage on America's Funniest Home Videos, any day now. MOUSES!
You know how when the spinner on the washing machine doesn't work, and the clothes that went through the wash didn't get spun, so they're soppin' wet like a sponge that's still sittin' in a bucket of water?
Well that, my friends, describes Peep #1 to a T. MOUSES!
Or should that be tee? Or how about tea? I could really go for a cup of nip tea right about now. Mmmm....
Anyway, suffice it to say, the peep got herself drenched.
And you could hear her comin' from a mile away.
Seriously folks, you could. Perhaps you did? I'm expectin' a phone call from NASA any day now, wonderin' why their radio telescopes were pickin' up sounds of slishing and sloshing, not to mention splishing and splashing, comin' from the general vicinity of our house. MOUSES!
The peep's shoes were so wet, you could wring 'em. Her dress was so wet, you could wring it, too. And as for her hair. Well... Well it looked like she had just come out of the shower. Or a pool. Or maybe even the ocean. MOUSES!
EVEN HER EYELASHES WERE SOPPIN' WET!
It's true. I looked at the peep and I said, "Peepers, don't cry. Why are you cryin', anyway?" Then I realized, she wasn't cryin' at all. What she had done, was blink.
Good thing I never let my whiskers get that wet. MOUSES!
And it's a good thing the peep wasn't wearin' mascara.
Personally, I never wear mascara on my whiskers. I don't need to 'cause my whiskers are already PURRfect, for sure. MOUSES!
