You know that mouse that the peep’s been talking about? Is it here or did it leave? Well, it was here in the house. Sasha caught it.
I was taking a nap on the peep’s legs while she was watching Rachel Ray (great recipes) when Sasha came sprinting in. She had something in her mouth. It had a longer tail than our toy mice so that’s not good. In one swoop the peep hopped out of the recliner (without disturbing me of course) and took off after her. Sasha thought that was great. So did Gus and I. Morgan was upstairs napping and missed the whole spectacle. Sasha has a lot of fluff so she’s not fast. The peep is old so she’s not fast. Gus and I were in stitches laughing at these two cavorting around the house. The peep won and got Sasha to drop the mouse. Poor mouse. Sasha had deaded the mouse. Peep scooped it up and escorted it outside. The funeral was quick (the peep was in her night clothes with slippers) and all was well.
The good news is that the peep could cancel the personalized feeding dish she had ordered for the mouse. Who names a mouse “Mickey?” Silly peeps!
But that’s not all. The peep keeps a glass of water out on the table. It’s a reminder to drink more water. Three nights in a row, when she got up there was a small puddle around the glass. At first she thought the glass was leaking but no, it wasn’t. She couldn’t figure it out.
She consulted with the other peep. He told her that Gus was sitting on the table when he got up. That would be next to the water. (I bet you know what’s coming next but it’s worse than you think.) We are not allowed on the table. Only Gus and Morgan go there and only at night when everyone is sleeping.
Gus drinks by putting his paw in water and licking it off. Yep, Gus had been pawing the peep’s water glass. He was very careful and did not dump it. The peep was freaked out when she realized that for three days she was sharing a water glass with a cat paw that went into the litter box.
This time we were all tail thumping with laughter. I almost horked up a hairball. Never a dull moment living with peeps.
Also, the peep took a bunch of wonderful pictures of us without the memory card in the camera. We knew it so we posed nicely. I only had to whomp Sasha on the head once. Not gonna happen with the card back in. It was not her week.