You know... I tried to be helpful and nice and where did it get me? It got me to a place where I don't want to go again. That place where your tummy feels all yucky and sick inside like just before you're about to hork up a fur ball or something. Yeah... we won't discuss the something bit, okay? Nerissa's Life is a family friendly blog, suitable for all ages.
I was gonna do a blog post on this guy I know. We'll call him... Elliot. That's not his real name, of course, but I don't wanna be referring to him as 'him' for the rest of this post. Anywho... Elliot is pretty famous in his own right but you know how it is... one can always do with a little extra good publicity, right? So I got in touch with this Elliot's peeps and asked them 'bout it and they said something like, "Sure Nissy... you can do a story on Elliot. We'd love that!"
So I thought to myself, "Hmmm.... how can I make this article interesting and fun?" At the same time, I wanted Elliot to be able to tell the world all he wanted to tell. So I asked Elliot's peeps to send along the information he really REALLY wanted the world to hear. Maybe a couple of quotes or something... his basic philosophies... stuff like that. I promised to work it into my blog post along with, of course, a little of what I call, Nissy flair... and Elliot's peeps agreed... and I waited.
So all was well in my little world until the other day when the peep turned on the computer for me so that I could read some of my friends' blogs. You can just imagine my disappointment and heartbreak when I saw Elliot's picture plastered all over the blogosphere. I had been scooped!
That's right, while I was patiently waiting for the necessary information from Elliot's peeps to arrive, another blogger had come along and scooped me. And not the good kind of scooping like when my peep #1 comes along and scoops me into her arms and smothers me with kisses and tells me she loves me and that I'm the centre of her whole wide world. No, this was the bad kind of scooping like what the peep does after one of us cats has used the litter box and left... well, you know...
I don't blame the other blogger one bit. I don't even blame Elliot... or his peeps. I blame myself. I should have been right in there writing that article the moment I thought of the idea. Had I done that, I would have had it written weeks ago! But no... I snoozed and therefore, I lost. Okay, the past form of lose doesn't rhyme with the past form of snooze. MOUSES! I'm having a rough time of it here. Nothing seems to working out for me at all!
How am I ever gonna convince CNN that they need a silver tabby like me as well as that silver fox - AKA Anderson Cooper - they already have if I am so easily scoopable? They're never gonna want me as a reporter if other cats and peeps are scooping my stories right out from underneath my very own paws. Sure, if I ever hear back from Elliot's peeps, I could still do the story but do I really want to do a boring old, now redundant, story on my blog? I'm not sure that I do. My readers expect more from me than that. Know what I mean?
I have come to the conclusion that it doesn't pay to be nice. Nope... doesn't pay at all. Next time I see a potential story, I'm just gonna write it and I'm gonna write it right away. That's what that foxy Anderson Cooper would do, I am sure. I'm gonna dig up the dirt myself and use it as I see fit. I'm not gonna make efforts to accommodate anyone else if that means interrupting my dirt digging skills. I'm just gonna get the facts about all the Jacks and write about them.
Yes, if I wanna play with the big boys, I'm gonna have to think like them. If I wanna be a hard-nosed reporter, I'm gonna have to harden up my heart a little. I can't harden up my nose 'cause I've got that adorable pink little nose and there's just no way anyone can get past the adorableness of that, I think.
Next time I see a potential story, I'm gonna be on the ground, running on all four paws. I'll be digging up the dirt with those very same paws and then running back to my computer to type it up, as quick a flick of my tail. Yes... that's my plan for hereon in.
Now if you'll excuse me, I noticed that the peep potted up some freesias the other day and brought them into the sun room. Those pots are big and absolutely filled with dirt. I'm just gonna go see if I can dig up a little something in those pots other than the freesia corms the peep put in there. I'm sure there will be something of interest. I'm just sure of it. But if not, I'll check out the litter box. There's always dirt to be found in a litter box, you know. Always. Kind of goes without saying, actually...