Sunday, 2 November 2014

a silver lining

Today is a day that comes but once a year. It is a glorious day, to be sure.  It's the day when cats all across Canada and the United States stop savin' their daylight and go back to the standard way of doin' things.  That's right.  It's the end of Daylight Savings Time.  The day we cats get an extra hour in which to nap.  Like I said before... GLORIOUS.

Now when I say all cats, I actually mean most cats 'cause there are a few locales, up here in Canada, where daylight is never saved.  Nope, they just spend it as fast as it comes.  It's true.  In most of Saskatchewan and a few places scattered here and there in British Columbia, they keep things standardised, all-year-round.  I don't know why. They just do.  Easier in some ways, I suppose.  But they miss out on that extra hour of nappin' time which I, myself, so very much enjoyed, this mornin'.

Of course, they also don't lose an hour of nappin' every spring but, truth be told, neither do I.  As a rule, I don't allow myself to miss out on naps so whereas peeps may lose an hour of sleep in the spring, I don't.  I just nap instead of doin' somethin' else.  But then, what else would I be expected to do?  I'm a cat.  MOUSES!

Cats and peeps livin' in parts of the world where daylight is never saved might very well be inclined to think that all this movin' of the clocks back and forth is confusing.  It's really not.  Clocks get moved all the time.  Not wall clocks, so much.  They tend to stay put.  Big ol' grandfather clocks that weigh more than the peeps livin' in the house don't, either.  But little clocks get moved a lot. They get moved from the nightstand over to the dresser and then back to the nightstand, once more.  Yup, they get moved back and forth all the time.

Sometimes, these little clocks even take flight.  Occasionally, a clock will start ringin' its dinger off, as loud as can be.  That's when the peep closest to said clock will reach over, pick it up and throw it across the room.  The objective is for the clock to hit the wall so that the parts that are ringin' and dingin' will stop their unendin' singin'.  I've never witnessed this phenomenon in my own house but I've seen it happen on television so, you know, it must be true.

Of course, peeps with poor aim are very bad at this sport.  Clocks they fling usually miss the target on the wall.  I mean, they miss the target that is the wall, fallin' short and, perhaps, landin' on someone's head.  Thus the expression, watch out for flyin' clocks.  Okay, maybe that's not actually a real expression but seriously, I think perhaps it should be.  MOUSES!

But gettin' clocked on the side of the head.  Now, that IS a real expression for sure and, I suspect, it's origin has somethin' to do with clocks ringin' their dingers off just prior to takin' flight.  Again I must say, MOUSES!

Anywho...  while we're on the topic of clocks, let me tell you what happened at my house, the other day.

Picture it, Thursday mornin', my house.  Peep #1 wakes up and squints on account of all the sunshine shinin' in through the window.  She looks over at the little clock sittin' there, next to her, and sees that it says it's twenty minutes past six.  At first, the peep was quite happy to think that she could go back to sleep for another forty minutes or so.  The clock was set to ring at seven.

That's when alarms started goin' off inside the peep's head.  The peep was most definitely, alarmed.

My first peep had come to the realisation that there was no way, no how, that there could be that much sun shinin' through the window at twenty minutes past six.  Not here in Nova Scotia at the end of October.  At this time of year, the sun doesn't bother gettin' out of bed until about seven.  So at twenty minutes past six, it should still be dark outside. MOUSES!

Peep #1 peered at the little alarm clock, sittin' there. She looked at its face and narrowed her eyes.  Was the clock mockin' her?  Nope, it was dead.  Yup, her clock had stopped.  Dead as a doornail, it was.  Not that doornails are ever alive but dead as a doornail is just somethin' we say.

Now this clock in question had never once flown across a room, hit a wall or clocked anyone in head.  Nope, up until Thursday mornin', it had, in fact, led a rather sedentary life.  Perhaps that lifestyle is what had caused the thing to expire.  I doubt we will ever know.

The clock may not have flown but the peep sure did.  Ol' Peepers flew out of bed, scramblin' to find out just what time it really was.  Her paws barely touched the floor as she zoomed down into the kitchen, to check the times on the microwave and the stove.

Times.  Yes, I did say times.  Suffice it to say that the clocks in my house all sort of do as they please.  Not one of them ever agrees with any of the others.  They never have.  They probably never will.  The measuring of time by the peeps at my house tends to be an exercise in approximation, if you know what I mean.

Although the clocks on the microwave and stove were each claiming different times, they were in agreement that it was not twenty minutes past six.  They both agreed that it was actually after eight.  Ol' Peepers checked the mantle clock in the livin' room and found that it, too, said it was after eight although by a different number of minutes than either of the two clocks in the kitchen.

Peep #1 once again took flight, this time landin' at the front door.  She swung that ol' door open just in time to see the garbage truck rollin' down the street.

Okay, so it wasn't actually rolling but you get my drift, I am sure.  MOUSES!

Suffice it to say, I had one grumpy peep on my paws for the rest of the mornin'.  She was loaded with grumpiness.  The grumpies were oozin' out of her pores like sap on a maple.  Sticky and icky ol' sap.

Hmmm...  Peeps like maple stuff, don't they.  I should, perhaps, rephrase that.  She had grumpies oozin' out of her pores like sap on a pine tree.  No one likes that.  Believe me, I know.  Once, I got some of that gummy ol' pine tree sap on me.  It took me forever to get it out of my fur.

But I digress.  The point is, the peep was grumpy.  MOUSES!

Peep #1 had angry ol' storm clouds hangin' over her head.  Those storm clouds were comin' in as fast as fast could be and they all stopped directly over the peep.   All mornin' long, there were flashes of lightening and swirlin', tornado-like winds, encasing the peep with the storm of what could only be described as the grumpiness storm of the century.  Angry clouds of grumpiness were constantly replacin' each other, swirlin' in and around and about her.

I'm sure I saw actual clouds hangin' over Peep #1, all day long.  I'm absolutely certain of it.  I can't believe that they were only in my imagination.  No, that simply cannot be.  Of course, when one has been imbibing in the nip...  Nah, I'm positive I saw those storm clouds hangin' over her head.

But every cloud has a silver linin'.  Yup, every single one.  No matter how stormy that cloud may be, there is always a silver lining.

In this case, the silver lining was the fact that I, Nerissa the Cat, was handed a topic for today's blog post.  It was like it was handed to me right out of thin air.  Yup, a sparkling and gleaming silver linin', for sure.

And after this little incident, Peep #1 is now in contention for a spot on Canada's Grumpiest Peep Show on Reality TV...

Hmmm...  I'm thinkin' they should come up with a better name for that show.

Anywho...  Peep #1 is definitely in contention for bein' the country's grumpiest peep.  Oh yeah.

Oh, and in case you're wonderin' about the missin' of the garbage truck.  Let's just say that the first thing goin' out in the garbage on the next garbage day - which is almost a whole two weeks away - is one dead and broken alarm clock.  Yup, it should be takin' flight any moment now.  Takin' a direct flight to the garbage bin.  No passport required.  No luggage allowed.  MOUSES!

35 comments:

  1. hehehe your peep is just to funny Nissy,xx Speedy

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  2. That must have been fun to watch your peep flying around!
    That extra hour of sleep is welcome, but you do realise don't you, all your meals will arrive an hour late.

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  3. Grumpy peeps, what can we meow about that?? Our mom gets that way a lot too.

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  4. MOL Purrfect story on the subject, Nissy. We already had our Extra hour last week, but we're more sleepy than ever :D Pawkisses :)
    Btw we can comment again. The ghost is finally out of the computer :D

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    1. Your computer was haunted? MOUSES! purrs

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  5. The time change messes me all up!!! Today seemed to go by SO slow!! Or maybe it's all in my head!
    ღ husky hugz ღ frum our pack at Love is being owned by a husky!

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  6. Another great post Nissy. Did you know there is an alarm clock that is a helicopter that flies around and you have to catch it to shut it off- I am not kidding. Please visit us for a giveaway-catnip turkey legs.

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    1. It flies on its own? MOUSES! purrs

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    2. Here is a link to a youtube video of it:https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T_FZMsRHzLc

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  7. Those alarms clocks aren't the best flyers haha so glad that daylight savings crap is gone too

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  8. We still don't get hope the lowly humans feel that they can play around with time!

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  9. It is a good thing we kitties don't pay any attention to clocks, except at dinnertime. They seem to make the humans grouchy, that's for sure!

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  10. heh. How is it when peeps FINALLY let go and get extra sleep they turn into Time Ogres? They are truly contrary creatures.

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  11. Your peeps make us giggle ! Purrs

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  12. I was a huge fan of the clocks going back, until I realised that meant breakfast and dinner would be arriving a whole hour late!

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  13. Changing the time sure didn't matter to us. We still wanted to be fed at our normal time...which was an hour earlier, so the mom said. Try telling our bellies that the time has changed.

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  14. We always look when the clocks decide to change their time in case it upsets the time of our breakfast.
    Luv Hannah and Lucy xx xx

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  15. We changed time last weekend, but no cat complained, they eat anyway whole day long, lol !

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  16. Mommy remembers years ago when she got an irate phone call from a fairly new boss (gasp) asking her if she was coming to work. The power was off and she had an electric alarm clock! She and her roomie scrambled, but not their eggs. I don't think they even got cereal. On the way home after work Mommy bought a wind up clock. Now she uses the old cell phone. Battery power!!! No more electric clocks. Except the microwave. I don't think that counts.

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  17. Our parents miss garbage day all the time. Silly humans!! Hope you've got all your clocks back to working!

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  18. We don't like the time changes...no matter what way it goes it throws us off. We've never had a flying alarm clock though!! We DO know what you mean about clocks with different times...we've got a few of those around here.

    Thanks for helping us celebrate Raz's Gotcha Day.

    The Florida Furkids

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  19. We like the time change too! Wish it would stay like this all the time.Sorry your Peep had a bad day and was grumbly.
    Marty

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  20. OMC Nissy yous hav to wait fur 2 weeks fur da twash to come, dat's a pawful long time. Weez not like all da changin' of da clocks eevew cuz it weally confuses mommy. Hers furgets a lot. MOL

    Luv ya'

    Dezi and Lexi

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  21. It is definitely hard to get used to time change, and a big nuisance to miss garbage day!

    Moe
    Mindy
    Cookie
    Mike

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  22. Me don´t care what time it is , I can eat in the middle of the night to :)

    XOXO

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  23. Nissy, your mind is full of quirkiness to the point of eccentric!! I have now pictures of flying clocks with manic peeps and grumpy garbage trucks going through my head like billio!! MOL I was wondering iffin the clocks couldn't join a union or something so they could, like, errr come out on strike when the working conditions are not quite tickitee boo? Someone could raise the alarm ... ok I'll stop now ;) xox

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    1. Hmmm... I wonder if that union would work like clockwork. purrs

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  24. We are conflicted about the time change... on the one hand we love the extra hour sleep! But on the other hand I get soooo confused for about two whole days...

    Noodle and crew

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  25. We're not sure the time change does much more than confuse us about mealtimes, Nissy!

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  26. That must have been a sight for sore eyes seeing the Peep runnin' around like that...yep them peeps sure don't like to miss the garbage day that's for sure...we are enjoying "fall back". Have a great week Nissy!

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  27. Oh, I had that once with my human peep and the worst part she didn't had time to drink her coffee to go to work. I tell you I've been hiding in my atomic shelter for 24h because I was certain she would have exploded of grumpiness. I survived it and it was a miracle that my peep did survive :-)

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  28. well truth be told Nissy, my peep, Mom L, was in Atlanta, and Nov 2 she was coming home from Meow and Bark World. Wellllllll...she forgot totally 'bout that old time changin' stuff...she woke before her iPhone alarm (which did not change time by the way) and saw it was an hour later than she was supposed to get up to catch her early AM flight home. She FLEW herself , dressed, downstairs, bags stuffed, no shower only to have her cab driver inform her she would be early as it was only 5:30 AM, not 6:30 AM. Yup, she had NO PROBLEM making that flight...heh...heh

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