I threw up. Yeah, I did. MOUSES!
I don't do a lot of horkin' blog posts. In fact, this might be my very first one. Thing is, I don't do a lot of horkin' so if I were relyin' upon horkin' incidents to induce the writing of blog posts, I wouldn't be writin' many posts on my blog.
Now if my Aunties Primrose or Blossom were the authors of Nerissa's Life, it would be an entirely different story. Those two have been horkin' on a regular basis for seventeen years. MOUSES!
But my aunties are not the authors of this here blog. I, Nerissa the Cat, am the sole author of Nerissa's Life. I write all my own stuff.
Dare I say it? Yeah, why not? MOUSES!
I suppose the big news wasn't really that I threw up, though. The big news was where and when I did it. Let me explain...
The other night, I insisted upon sleepin' in my office. I don't do that a lot but the other night, I was determined. I begged and I begged and I begged and finally, Peep #1 relented. I was in. But why should I have to beg to sleep in my office? It is my office. Surely I have a right to sleep in it. Again I must say, MOUSES!
Actually, sleepin' in my office is not recommended on account of there bein' no litter box in there. What's more, once the door is closed, access to the kitchen is lost which means, no snacks. I do enjoy a midnight snack but figured I could forgo late-night snackin' on this one occasion.
Anywho... sometime durin' the night, my tummy felt a little queasy and decided to act up like an actin' troupe doin' improvisational juggling gymnastics and you guessed it... I threw up.
By mornin', I was feelin' fine. I managed to enjoy my regular breakfast and perform my ritual mornin' garden inspection all before headin' back into my office to check my mail, visit with pals on Twitter and Facebook and finally, do a little work on my blog.
That was when Peep #1 called out to me sayin', "Nissy, I need to check my e-mail before you start blogging." She sat down at my desk, swung her legs around the chair and emitted a loud cry. "Ewww!" could be heard throughout the land. Did you hear it? Yeah, I'm bettin' you did. MOUSES!
I looked at the peep. The peep looked at me. "Yeah, I threw up last night, Peepers. Did I forget to mention that?" I asked, scratchin' behind my ear. "Why did you go and put your rear paw in it? You should learn to be more careful," I explained.
I shall not repeat the dialogue which ensued for fear of my blog bein' beeped out of existence by the foul language police. MOUSES!
And in other news... I'm past 3700 likes on my Facebook page now. Ever so excited 'bout that. I'm really hopin' to make it to 5000 by Christmas. I wonder if I could ask for likes when I write to Santa. Hmmm... I wonder if he can arrange that. Probably. Santa can arrange most things when he puts his mind to it.
And I have over 4000 pals on Twitter. That's pretty excitin'. Perhaps I should ask Santa to help me with that, as well. Help me reach 5000. I'll have to think about that.
Of course, I'm still hopin' for a Senate appointment. Feel free to mention that fact to Prime Minister Stephen Harper if you're ever talkin' or tweetin' with him. I'm sure he'd appreciate the reminder. #Niss4Senate for sure!
Oh, and nosey-neighbour-cat's sister is headin' off to law school, today. That's a good thing, I think. If I ever get that Senate appointment, I might find myself in need of a lawyer. It seems that a lot of 'em, do.
And speakin' of politics, I hear that some peeps at Toronto City Hall are gettin' into the discussion 'bout changin' the wordin' of our National Anthem. Some peeps don't like the fact that it uses the word, "sons," thereby excludin' all the daughters. What about the cats?
I asked Peep #1 what she thought about this. As one of those daughters, I figured she'd have an opinion about it but I was wrong. Peep #1 said, "Frankly, my dear Nissy, I don't give a mouse." Scratch that. Actually, she just said she couldn't care less as she had bigger fish to fry.
I said in reply, "Fish? Really? You're fryin' fish? Pass a plate on over to me, would ya?" I never did get any of that fish. MOUSES!
And the peep planted more plumeria seed. Guess she did that instead of fryin' the fish.
But will the woman never learn? Rockies are wreakin' havoc on the plumies she has and she goes and plants more seed. Honestly, I've gotta wonder 'bout my peep.
On the other paw, I'm hard at work developin' a new feature for my blog. That's right, I have somethin' new in the works. Unfortunately, there's somethin' else in those works, pluggin' them up.
You see, I'm havin' a tough time figurin' out how to make the technical stuff for this feature work. I sure could do with some better IT support, you know? Peep #1 is pretty much useless and, I'm afraid, she's all I've got. MOUSES!
Well that's all the news for today. I think I've pretty much covered everything. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm gonna go see if the peep ever caught any of those bigger fish and if so, I'm gonna get her to fry some of 'em up. I think she can probably handle that.
oops nothing worse than a dodgy tummy but that is something we bunnies don't throw up!good to here you're feeling better,xx SpeedyReplyDelete
Hey Nerrisa, what goes down must come up pal!ReplyDelete
Thank you for a laugh Nerissa and just between Hannah and you, Hannah managed to eat her breakfast today and then gave it back to Mum in the middle of a light colour carpet. Mum said some very naughty words so we both went down the garden and out of hearing range..ReplyDelete
Luv Hannah and Lucy xx xx
I don't know why humans get so bent out of shape about a natural kitty function!ReplyDelete
Glad to read you're feeling better ! We're looking forward to see your new feature ! PurrsReplyDelete
Sowwy yous had da tummy ache Nissy. Dat's nevew fun, but glad yous got it all up and feel better. MOL Meez not fwo up much eevew, but sis Lexi seems to hav lots of hairballs, and she usually fwos up wight in mommys walkin' paff, so da mommy steps down and squish. MOL Is weally funny. Mommy dusn't fink so, but we do. :) Paw yous foto on sis Lexi's facebook page and weez will shawe it. https://www.facebook.com/Alexandra.FuriendsReplyDelete
Weez not hav but a little ovew 1800 furiends at da moment, but weez been busy wiff evewyfin' else an haven't had time to twy to get mowe. Weez hopin' soon evewyfin' gets back to nowmal and weez can get back to full time on da blog and faceebook and learn mowe 'bout twitter. Weez not hav many followers at all there. But weez weally new to it, so it's okay, weez will get there sumday. :)
Felines and Canines definitely should be included in the national anthem...maybe you need to start a petition! MOLReplyDelete
Concats on your hork, Nissy! Pawsome placement!ReplyDelete
dood....high paws N headbonks...ouch...on hurlin !!! we hope it wuz filled with sum....huh...oh, dai$y just interrupted uz boys N said... enuff.....yea what ever...any mewReplyDelete
we due knot haza facebook ore a burd account but we hope ewe get two 87,000 likes and pals....and heerz ta fryin fish ♥♥
Look forward to your new feature. AND OMC I see the resemblance to Gilbert. You're welcome to share his PSA as your secret "twin".ReplyDelete
Oohhh.. a secret twin. What fun! purrsDelete
Hi Nissy! Well, as long as your tummy is feeling better, too bad for your poor peep. Can't wait for your new idea for the blog. Will see if I can get my Mom to remember her twitter password so she can join your twitter followers. Hope you find some fish!ReplyDelete
Too bad ya didn't get any of dat fish! I are hungry now too.ReplyDelete
lmao congrats on the score with the hairball, not your fault the peep didn't see it haha yeah technical issues can be a pain indeed tooReplyDelete
I was wondering what that scrreching sound was- I guess it was your Peep #1. Hope you don't get anymore upset tummies.ReplyDelete
Yup, that was probably her. purrsDelete
Well Nissy, if I could;t write about horking, I may as well lock up my keyboard. Although with the Roal Canin, I am not horking near as much. xoxoxReplyDelete
"Oh Canada,our homes on native land,
Ni......ssy for Senate,
all boys and girls demand" .
The REAL Maple Syrup Mob xxxxx
Pee Ess .I got locked in the dressing room last night...I feel your stress.
Oohhh... I LIKE that version. No... I LOVE IT. purrsDelete
MOLMOLMOL! She sat in your throw up? Too gross and too funny all at the same time! Concatulations on your Facebook and Twitter followers! What a monumental goal! We still have a long way to go with ours! One day we will have 5000 too! ;)ReplyDelete
Great work Nerissa! The beans really don't like stepping in the cold wet mush of our hork...and it's fun to hear them screech, MOLReplyDelete
Sasha, Sami, & Saku
EEK! So sorry you threw up Niss!ReplyDelete
ღ husky hugz ღ frum our pack at Love is being owned by a husky!
Wow, you are so popular Nerissa. I hope it doesn't go to your head. And hoping your tummy is feeling much betterReplyDelete
I think your peeps won't forget to keep the door open, Nissy...:D At least you're feeling better. Tell you a secret...I threw up in Granny's bed the other day and when she woke up she didn't see me, but only what I've left :D Hey, you'll get your 5000 pals...I cross my paws for you. Pawkisses :)ReplyDelete
A deep question for you to ponder on.. if your aunties wrote your blog for you, and you didn't write it at all, would it still be called Nerissa's Life?ReplyDelete
Yeah, I have terrible IT support too.
Y'all come by now!
Hawk aka BrownDog
That was a lot of news, Nissy. We don't know what to comment on. Mom just finished cleaning up two huge hurls in the living room. At least one of us makes sure to throw up everyday, but our favorite day to do it is the day after Chris comes to clean our house. Guess when she came last? Yesterday! Job well done on our part. XO, Lily Olivia, Mauricio, Misty May, Giulietta, Fiona, Astrid, Lisbeth and Calista JoReplyDelete
We hate the technical issues :-)ReplyDelete
I don't do a lot of horking either, Nissy! I find it inconvenient! But I had a little tummy trouble the other day, so I made sure I horked in several different rug areas, just to even things out with the patterning and the stinks!ReplyDelete
OMC!!! I like totally hardly EVER toss up...well, ummm...not much anymore that is. I do tend to toss up my kibble snack if I play too soon afterwards...sort of like humans needin' to keep outta the water after they eat. Look forward to your Wed feature Nissy I am sure it will be truly amazin'!ReplyDelete