We have a winner! That's right... A WINNER! A winner who won a bag of kitty litter from the good peeps at The World's Best Cat Litter company. Yoo-hoo! YOO-HOO!!!
As you might recall, I did a product review of this kitty litter about a week and a half ago. Now, we had some problems. I had to extend my initial deadline for entries by a day or so. Why? Well apparently, I had been somewhat vague about my timing of the draw. I said I'd do the draw in a week. Well the peep came up with this big ol' speech 'bout how my deadline was ambiguous. Was I gonna do the draw a week after I wrote the post? After I published the post? After the feeds and whatnot went out from the post? MOUSES! So I extended the deadline until midnight, my time, on Thursday.
Clear sailin', right? Wrong. You cats out there sure did get my peep all frazzled up into a frazzly dazzly mess and I must say... THANK YOU! It was quite entertaining and I enjoyed it very much. Really, I did. I'm not bein' facetious or anything. It was almost as good as Bird TV.
I wanted to make absolutely sure that no one who wanted to be in the draw missed out. When I went through all the comments on Friday morning, there were a couple cats who didn't say if they lived in the US or not. Didn't know if they were eligible for the draw. So I said to the peep, "Peepers! Prepare my teleportation device." Then I remembered that my teleportation device is on the fritz. Has been ever since that whole nipped-up Zealandia adventure. So then I said, "Peepers! You figure out where these cats live while I take a nap, okay?" And the peep got right on it.
However, I did not take that nap. I pretended to do so but in actuality, I watched the peep gettin' all frazzly dazzly as she tried to figure stuff out. What fun! WHAT FUN! I had a great time watching her doin' research. You see, she's not good at it like me. It's not her forte... OBVIOUSLY. That's why she got into such a frazzly dazzly state when she tried. I loved every minute of it.
Finally, we had a list. There were 56 comments in total and out of those comments, there were 26 entries. The excitement was mounting. I thought, who shall draw the winning name? Who? WHO??? An owl? No, silly... I don't know any owls so owls were out.
I was still pondering who would have the honour of drawin' the winning name when I saw the peep gettin' one of those darned carriers ready with a clean blanket. Hmmm... better make my escape, I thought and I made a dash for it. But as luck would have it, the carrier was for someone else.
That would be 'bout the time peep #1 grabbed my sister Beatrice and gently SHOVED her into the carrier. Poor Bea. She never saw it coming.
But all was not lost for I had my answer and I cried, "Peepers! Have my Doctor Teresa draw the winning name." What a plan... WHAT A PLAN!
So all the names were put into a hat. Nope... scratch that... no hat. All the names were put into a plant pot. Yeah, I know... pretty low tech not to mention weird. I mean, who does draws out of plant pots? MOUSES! But anywho... the plant pot with the names went off to the hospital with the peep and my sister Beatrice.
There, they met up with my doctor, Doctor Teresa. She looked at my sister and sure enough, Beatrice had a sore leg. It was all infected and everything. Ol' peepers had been cleanin' it every day with stuff used for such things but it wasn't gettin' better. On the contrary, it suddenly got much worse so thus, the appointment with the doctor was made.
Ol' peepers was feelin' pretty guilty that she hadn't taken my sister to the doctor earlier but other than the sore on her leg, Beatrice wasn't showin' any signs of bein' ill. She was eatin' and her leg didn't seem to be hurting her. Dr. Teresa said there was no way for the peeps to have known how bad the sore was - and bad it was 'cause Beatrice came home yesterday with staples and everything. But still, I think a little guilt on the peeps' part right 'bout now is appropriate, especially if that guilt should happen to lead to extra servings of the Fancy Feast for us all.
We think someone bit Beatrice but she's not tellin' who. My bet is on Nosey Neighbour Cat but you never know. I suppose it could have been anyone. It wasn't me, though. I can assure you of that. How could I? I have no fangs, remember?
So Dr. Teresa said that Beatrice would need to spend the night in the hospital. Poor Bea... she had no warning. Dr. Teresa is a super-duper good doctor and everything but still, no one wants to spend the night all alone in hospital, if you know what I mean.
But before Beatrice was carted off into the other room, my doctor agreed to do me the honour of drawing the winning name for the kitty litter. Bet you were wondering if I was ever gonna get to this part, huh? Well I wanted to keep you all in suspense. Did it work?
Dr. Teresa reached into the plant pot, mixed the names up a bit and pulled out one piece of paper. She then opened the paper and cried aloud, "Melinda from Texas!"
So there we have it. Melinda from Texas is the winner of the bag of the World's Best Cat Litter from the peeps over at the World's Best Cat Litter company. CONGRATULATIONS MELINDA! You should be receivin' your kitty litter soon.
I wanna thank everyone who took part in my first ever giveaway. I had so much fun doin' this and hope to do something similar, again. It was a huge success for my first giveaway, if I do say so myself. Mmmm.... the sweet smell of success. Don't you love it?