Sunday, 21 April 2019

it's Easter!

Oh my mouses...

IT'S EASTER!

And a VERY HAPPY EASTER to all of my pals.

Happy Easter, everybody.  HAPPY EASTER!

So you're all probably wondering what my Easter plants are...

Oops!  That was a Freudian slip, for sure.

Yes, I will be imbibing in some Easter plants this year.  Well not so much Easter plants, as plants that I'll be imbibing in on Easter.

You know...

CATNIP.

MOUSES!

But anyway...

But anyway, my Easter PLANS this year are to be busy busy like a busy bee, and do some more work on my book.

IT'S ALMOST COMPLETED!

Can you believe it?

MOUSES!

So due to my furiously workin' on my FIRST FULL BOOK LENGTH ADVENTURE, I'm afraid that this year, there will be no Easter adventure on my blog.

Please don't cry.  PLEASE...  I know it's disappointing, but...

But so as to make sure my pals don't miss out...

I'm including the links to some of my Easter adventures on Nerissa's Life from years past.  You know, so that you can experience the fun once more.  Here they are!  Just click on the title of each, and you'll be transported through space and time to the adventure.

          the weasels who stole Easter - an Easter adventure from 2018
          nip eggs - an Easter adventure from 2017
          jailbreak - an Easter adventure from 2016
          a request for assistance - part 1 of an Easter adventure from 2014
          savin' Easter morning - part 2 of an Easter adventure from 2014 

And what's more...

Just for fun...

I'm including an excerpt from my upcoming book.

Can you believe it?

MOUSES!

Now I've posted this very same excerpt on Facebook before, but I know some of you aren't on Facebook yourselves, so you might have missed it.  This is from near the beginning of my book and part of a chapter I absolutely love.  I hope you'll all love it, too.  PURRS
 
But before I forget...


HAPPY EASTER!!!




The followin' is the excerpt from my upcomin' book.  Enjoy!


I peered through the glass. Two men wearing long, dark trench coats of some sort stood on the doorstep, their newly polished leather shoes sparkling in the sunlight. Neatly trimmed hair framed what were obviously stern-looking expressions, even though dark glasses hid their eyes from my view.
“CSIS agents,” I muttered to myself.
Wait a minute. I turned away so that my back was to the door and leaned up against it. How the mouses did I know that these two smartly-dressed, stern-looking characters were Canadian Security Intelligence Service agents? Had I met them before? Had I seen them around? Had they attended the peep’s party on New Year’s Eve? But perhaps more importantly, WHY the mouses would two Canadian Security Intelligence Service agents be knocking on my front door?
Something else didn’t feel right, either, but I wasn’t quite sure what. The unlikely appearance of two CSIS agents on my front doorstep was odd, to say the least, so that was probably it. On the other paw, my uneasiness might very well be due to the fact that my fur-sibs and I had had to fend for ourselves for both lunch and dinner the day before, not to mention breakfast, this morning. It was quite possible I was suffering from a bit of a dodgy tummy. Although I couldn’t be positive, I suspected Andy had drooled in the open bag of kibble from which we had all been eating, and goodness knows what life-threatening kinda germs might be found in Anderson’s drool. At this very moment, I could be starting to feel the effects of such a life-threatening contagion, causing me to hallucinate, and imagine the appearance of two CSIS agents at my front door, and…
“WE CAN SEE YOU, YOU KNOW. We can see you right through the glass, Seville. Open the door.”
I turned back around. Huh. The CSIS agents were still there so I had to conclude they were real. What’s more, they somehow knew my name. And they probably wouldn’t give up easily, I surmised, as I was quite positive government agents and the like never did, so rather reluctantly, I opened the door. “What do you want?” I asked. I held up a paw before either one of the men could answer. “More importantly, do either of you know how to use a can opener?”
One of the agents made a sharp movement with his head which I assumed to be a nod of affirmation.
“Good. Come this way,” I told them, padding softly through the foyer and leading them into the kitchen. “There are tins of tuna on the counter. You can talk while I eat. MOUSES!”




HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY EASTER MY PALS!!!

purrs