It's a Great Job...If you can get it.

Zippy was here to visit. It was so cool. I'll tell you all the details later, but first....

Zippy and me, we went hunting with the lady peep when she came to visit. Yup we did, Yup we did….

She asked us if we wanted to come with her and because I wanted to show my girl a good time, we said sure why not.

I agreed somewhat reluctantly(not Zippy, she loves to ride in the car) to climb into the cat-carrying device so the lady peep could take us outside and put us into her car on the front seat beside her. Man she is such a weenie, did you know that she pushes a button and the car seat warms up her bottom? Anyway she turned ours on too so we didn't make many smart remarks. It was actually very nice and comfy and cozy. I wish we had one at home in my world.

So other than my changing my mind after we left the driveway and scaring both the lady peep and Zippy half to death, screaming to go home, the ride to the hunting grounds was quite uneventful.

Hah, hunting grounds my front paw. All the lady peep does is leave the home world, drive for about 5 minutes and enter another enclosed work world. Then she just sits there all day and looks at her computer just like she does at home.

You’d think there’d be big beef cows wandering around, or chickens or seagulls or something, and lotsa noise and excitement. Otherwise how does she catch the food she brings home? Well there’s not. Nope. Nope. Nope. She just sits there and looks at the computer. Sometimes she stands up, puts on some other glasses and goes out to the “Shop” --- which we weren't allowed to go into because she said there was too much danger in there.

However, Zippy and me was allowed to snoop around in the office to our heart's content. Turns out there is an upstairs, a lunchroom and several people litter boxes. The lady peep has her own private one ‘cause she’s the only lady working there. I guess that’s kinda cool.

But do you know the best part?…I’ve been saving it for last…Here goes…

Because there is a huge open door at the end of the shop, sometimes mouse families move in and make homes there. Yup they do. And there’s a family there now. I found them – Me… who knew I’d be the one showing the lady peep how to hunt. ...okay Zippy found them, but I was there to help.

Here’s what you do. You sit very very quietly and wait. About 1000 hours later in cat time (about 5 minutes in peep time) you see a flash on the floor up behind the photocopier (that’s a piece of peep hunting technology) and then you hunch down and make yourself as small and still as possible (which is actually quite difficult when you're a plumpish fellow wearing a formal gray tuxedo trying to impress your girlfriend) A few minutes later you see it again. It’s gray and very very small, much smaller than you’d think. In a flash it disappears, but because you’re a cat, you can see where it went…it went into the ‘copier. So then you stand beside the copier and scratch at it until the lady peep sees you. She says, “what’s wrong Ed?” and you just look at her like she’s crazy. What’s wrong? Didn’t you see that mouse go in there? You say this in your loudest, wierdest ever, cat voice and the lady peep jumps up right away and says omigoodness Ed. What’s going on? She opens the paper tray on the 'copier and then she makes her loudest hunting noise ever. It sounds like “screech, gasp, eeeEEEEEEEEEkkkKKKKK” and then she says a word I never heard her say before, it sounded something like “shitshitshitmousepoopshitshitshitothisissogrossthere’samousepoopinginthephotocopier” Not very ladylike at all, I was kinda embarrased that Zippy had to hear it. I don't want her thinking Canadian Cats are poorly bred. Anyway, while it was very loud and hard on my eardrums, it clearly works like a charm because the next thing you know the mouse popped out of the copier and before you could say Jack Daniels, I putted one big fat front paw out and clomped it down on him. Zippy got her paw on the squirmy back end of him.

The lady peep is really gasping from the effort of hunting by this time and a whole bunch of strange peeps (well not really strange, more like stranger peeps) come running out of the shop and look at her like she’s sprung a third eye on her forehead. She finally catches her breath long enough to tell them the story about the mouse and one of the strangers looks at me kinda funny. Where’d it go? He asks. Ed and Zippy have it, she says and then all the stranger peeps start laughing at her. They say “way to go Eddy and Zippy, great teamwork you guys, good work big guy and little lady” and then they start clapping and whistling and stomping their feet. Because I don't want to hog all the credit, I lift up my paws to start clapping with them to congratulate Zippy on her part of the capture. And guess what...I forgot to tell Zippy to get ready to hang on really tight to the tail, so the dang mouse took off…yup, IT GOT AWAY. That mouse just left the house and never came back We musta scared all the droppings out of it real good though because neither of us moved a muscle for the rest of the afternoon. I kept my fabulous mouse-hunting glare tuned into the copier and she had her very cool mouse catching growl/purr thing going on. It was great.

So, as it turns out, we got ourselves a new gig– Shop and Office Cat Lead Hands – should we ever decide to give up just lounging around doing nothing. The lady peeps says she’s gonna bring me back to work next week to make sure nothing else ever decides to live in the copier. I just wish Zippy could be here again.

The End. (of a really really good day)