Nerissa the Cat here with breaking news...
Election results are pourin' in. The guessers have all guessed and the predictors have finished their predictin'. The voters of Nova Scotia have voted and they have decided who will be the next Premier of our fair province. Stephen McNeil has been elected as the next Premier of Nova Scotia. When I last looked, the Liberals had won thirty-three of the fifty-one available seats, winning a majority government with Premier Elect Stephen McNeil as its leader.
As you might suspect, this came as a bit of a surprise to me. I thought for sure that my pal, Earl Grey, was gonna win in a landslide. I thought for sure that my pal, Earl Grey, was gonna be the next Premier. I thought that for the first time in history, a Canadian province would be able to boast that they had a cat as Premier. Unfortunately, that is not what happened. MOUSES!
I knew by mid-afternoon that there was trouble brewing for Earl Grey's campaign. I knew something was up. I knew something was wrong. I knew my pal didn't stand a chance. You see, when the peeps arrived home after voting, they broke the news to me. Apparently, nowhere - and I mean absolutely nowhere and without a trace - on their ballots was the name, Earl Grey. No one could vote for my pal 'cause my pal's name was not on the ballot. MOUSES!
I immediately went into action. To be truthful, I first had a little cry and then I imbibed in a biff bag full of nip. But even I will admit that catnip can do only so much for a cat so I, Nerissa the Cat, pulled myself together and implemented Operation FLEA. That's right, FLEA as in Feline... well... actually... actually the other three letters don't stand for anything. I just thought Operation FLEA sounded really good.
Basically, I needed to infiltrate Stephen McNeil's party headquarters. I needed a man on the ground right there in the midst of their celebratin' when the results came in. Who to send... who to send...
Obviously, I wasn't going to send me. I don't like the car. Then I thought to myself, Plush Nissy! Plush Nissy will be the perfect infiltrator. I've taught him everything I know.
Clearly, Plush Nissy is a cat. This could pose a problem. Everyone who is anyone knows that all cats in the province support the Tuxedo Party of Canada and their candidate, Earl Grey. Plush Nissy needed a disguise. So I grabbed a Stephen McNeil campaign button for him and tied it around his neck. "That should do the trick!" I told the plush version of me. "No one will ever recognise you as a Tuxedo Party supporter when you're wearin' that." The plush me crawled into the peep's purse for transport and he and the peep were off.
They arrived at the building hosting the party to find big television news vans sportin' all sorts of satellite equipment and whatnot. Those were pretty fancy-schmancy set-ups those television crews had but Plush Nissy and I weren't fazed. We weren't intimidated at all. A little jealous, perhaps. All I had was a plush me in the peep's purse. MOUSES!
Once inside the campaign headquarters, Plush Nissy and I kept in constant communication with one another. I had placed a wire in the campaign button for just that purpose. I told the plush me to have a look around and see what he could see without being too conspicuous. "Listen in to what the crowds are saying," I told him. "See if anyone is talking 'bout our Earl Grey."
It wasn't long before the plush me came across a man named Robert Thibault. The name sounded familiar and I did a quick background check on him. At times like this, it sure is handy to be a member of the FBI... Feline Bureau of Investigation. Sure enough, my search discovered that he was someone pretty famous. A former Member of Parliament or something like that. I told Plush Nissy to get a picture of him and that's just what the plush me did.
Unfortunately, that was the beginning of the end for my fabric counterpart's good behaviour. Plush Nissy took one look at the table set up with food and made a run for it. I knew I should have sent him with snacks.
Apparently, the food assortment was a disappointment. No Fancy Feast... no Treat Temptations... no NIP! What kind of party has no nip? I bet Earl Grey had nip at his end of campaign party. Clearly, Stephen McNeil was not expecting any cats to attend his event.
"It's okay," stated the plush me. "I've got a nip mouse here at the bottom of the peep's purse. I snuck it in when you weren't looking. I'll just crawl down and have a sniff or two."
"Careful of the nip!" I cried but it was too late. The plush me was already down at the bottom of the purse.
For what seemed like an eternity, all I could hear through the communications button was Plush Nissy enjoyin' that nip mouse. He was clearly enjoyin' himself a little too much.
Plush Nissy finally emerged from the bottom of the purse to do some investigating. He listened in on the conversations around him. There were so many conversations. Peeps all over were talking 'bout the elections but quite a few were talking 'bout other stuff, too.
Through the communications button I heard one man say that this guy and that guy had always supported other parties before this election. They had switched sides. I wondered if any Tuxedo Party supporters had switched sides. "Look for cats," I instructed the plush me. He said there were none. He appeared to be the only cat at the party.
People everywhere were watching big television screens and every now and then they would let out loud hoots and hollers. There would be clapping and cheering every time the television screen showed one of their candidates winning a riding. The excitement was rising. Soon Stephen McNeil would appear.
Tip-toeing through the crowd, Plush Nissy discovered that absolutely no one was mentioning the Tuxedo Party or Earl Grey. No one at all. He crept up to one of the large television screens to see if they were anywhere on the board. Nothing. No trace. MOUSES!
But it was okay, I realised, for Stephen McNeil himself had signed Earl Grey's Pledge of Compassion. Stephen McNeil himself had made a promise to the cats of this province... not to mention the many thousands of peeps who care about cats, too. Everything was gonna be okay even if Earl Grey wasn't gonna be Premier.
"Nissy," said the plush me. "It's super loud in here and I've gotta give my ears a break. I think I'll just head down to the bottom of the peep's purse and sniff a little of that nip mouse."
"Careful of the nip!" I cried but again, I was too late. The plush me had disappeared into the purse once more.
An hour or more later, Plush Nissy emerged from the purse. Clearly, he had been nappin' down there. And what a sight he was. What a dishevelled looking mess was the plush me. His ribbon had come undone and his communications button was all askew. That was just about the time when Premier Elect Stephen McNeil picked him up for a photo op. I held my head in my paws and shook it in dismay. There was the plush me - REPRESENTING ME - and lookin' like a complete mess. What would my readers think? The camera flash went off and it was too late. Oh yeah, sure... Stephen McNeil came out lookin' great but what about the plush me?
And the plush me totally forgot to thank Premier McNeil for signing the Pledge of Compassion. He totally forgot to do that and it was so very, very important.
That Plush Nissy simply cannot hold his nip. I suppose, though, it's not entirely his fault. He was enjoying that nip mouse on an empty stomach. Had there been some Fancy Feast or Treat Temptations available, the plush me would have handled the nip far better. Hmmm... there should have been some cat snacks available. I mean... once they figured out that Earl Grey's name had been omitted from the ballot, they should have realised a cat or two might switch sides. Not that the plush me and I were switching sides or anything. We're still loyal to the Tuxedo Party of Canada. After all, we're still cats.
Well. That is nice that the new Premier human signed the Pledge of Compassion, but still, I think the election was rigged. I mean, Earl Grey's name wasn't even on the ballot! Typical cheating humans.ReplyDelete
Nissy!!!! Plush Nissy did good, despite the nip digression!!! Did you know that Premier Stephen McNeil has 16 siblings?? He's like you, from a large family. Big ConCats on the great, though somewhat dishevelled, appearance of Plush and The Premier! xoxReplyDelete
Hurray for the Tuxedo Party of Canada, plush Nissy, and you!ReplyDelete
Something tells me you will have to watch that Plush Nissy. I hope he doesn't give Plus Mario any ideas.ReplyDelete
We are so glad Premier Stephen McNeil signed the pledge but MOUSES how unfair that Earl Grey's name wasn't on the ballot.ReplyDelete
Well, that sounds like a bit of fiasco. Sometimes you cannot trust stan-ins to act properly. Though delegating is a good thing, you must carefully select when that is appropriate. Hope Plush Nissy has recovered from his nip overload. Purrs and hugs, Lily Olivia, Mauricio, Misty May, Giulietta, Fiona, Astrid, Lisbeth and Calista JoReplyDelete
oh dear Nissy better luck next time with the delegating,xx SpeedyReplyDelete
Wow we are glad that Premier Stephen McNeil signed the pledge but something was fishy about Earl Grey not being on the ballot.ReplyDelete
Too bad Earl Grey wasn't even on the ballot but I think Plush Nissy made some inroads with the Premier and that HAS to be worth something for the future!!ReplyDelete
Kitty Hugs, Sammy
What an adventure! We're sorry Earl Gray didn't get on the ballot. Didn't he get a write-in vote? :(ReplyDelete
Nissy, what a blog! This was as exciting as anything I have ever read. I wish I could have the adventures you or plush Nissy have. Wowzers! LOVE the photo ops he got!ReplyDelete
Awesome photo op. Did you send press releases? Follow-up with the new Premier.ReplyDelete
sigh...I had such high hopes for Earl Grey...Mouses!! But Plush Nissy looks pretty good for having had his head buried in a purse with a nip mouse...just sayin'ReplyDelete
Oh no, no Earl Grey! That's not right!ReplyDelete
I see that your have about the same problem with your Plush Nissy as I have with my Plush brother Balthazar. Plush Nissy is deep in the Nip and Plush Balthazar is deep in the beer :)ReplyDelete
dood.....we iz knot veree smart on polly tix but we can smell a trout frum a mile a way..sounds ta uz like knot onlee wuz de electshunz fixed a head oh time since earlz name wuz NOE WEAR...but what kinda partee iza partee thatz knot even considered a partee when de fancy feast iz missin.....yea......ReplyDelete
Well, it was disappointing to note that Earl Grey was missing from the ballot. Good thing there was some nip in that bag for Plush Nissy. We think Real Nissy needs to roll in some nip too.ReplyDelete
Oh, Earl Grey. We were behind you and will be the next time around when you will take over. We're certain! Purrs...ReplyDelete
Dang, the wrong species always seems to win. Thanks for the well wishes. I just posted a quick update.ReplyDelete
That is too bad about Earl Grey. We were hoping for a big win. That Plush Nissy is certainly very cute. Hope all of you have a great day.ReplyDelete
We're sad that Earl Grey did not win, BUT glad that Premier McNeil signed that pledge of compassion!ReplyDelete
What a fun adventure! We wish Earl Grey had won, but we're glad Premier Stephen McNeil signed the Pledge of Compassion.ReplyDelete
We are sad that Earl Grey didn't win. But hey we're glad that McNeil signed that pledge of compassion!ReplyDelete
What an adventure ! Plush Nissy is really cute, but next time it would be better to be careful of the nip... PurrsReplyDelete
We agree pity Earl Grey did not win but result that McNeil signed the pledge. Have a tremendous Thursday.ReplyDelete
Best wishes Molly
We are sorry Earl Grey didn't win. Maybe next time. Lee and PhodReplyDelete
I am with all the others!! Sorry Earl Grey didn't win!!! maybe another time he will!!ReplyDelete
The adventures you get up to NIssy and the advantages of being a member of the FBI really do seem worthwhile!!! Maybe Pusia should try running for office here! Ireland is just he kind of place where that may work...ReplyDelete
Mes thinks that the the next time, the catnip mouse is left at home and the real Nissy goes!ReplyDelete
Thanks for coming byReplyDelete
Wow. I am . . . impressed! You has friends in high pplaces, Buddy, and so does your Plush Pal.ReplyDelete
Well, I AM a Viceroy. But hey! YOU'RE a KING! purrsDelete
OMC dat da mostas mazin storee Iz eba herd. Iz bewe sorwe bout Earl Grey not gettin on da ballit, but dat iz da way hoomin poleetix seems ta run. Plush Nissy gots hiz fut in da door ta make all kinds of gud fings happen fur cats eberee wear. He has impawtent fings to do an he dids it and luks just fine wif da Premier. Concatulations to Nissy fur his brite thots a sending Plush Nissy. Brilliant as usual. Right proud ta kno ya. Purrs n Head Bonks. Willy @cybercat919ReplyDelete
Olá, Nerissa, obrigada por visitar o nosso blog e deixar um comentário.ReplyDelete
Bom fim de semana
Whoa! Plush You got to meet the new Premiere?? I'd do anything to meet my President. I'm glad you elected a Liberal if a cat couldn't win.ReplyDelete
A Plush Nissy with a stomach full of.... tea...nip..I think I have to read it over again....Happy Pawkisses for the weekend :)ReplyDelete
Well Nissy, it appears I have been following you now for a little better than a year. I remember this blog like it was yesterday. Keep up the good work my friend, you do excellent.ReplyDelete