Hey ho! Seville the Cat here, bringin' you the most up-to-date news, from rural Nova Scotia.
Hey ho! Seville the Cat here, bringin' you MY VERSION of the most up-to-date news, from rural Nova Scotia.
Hey ho! Seville the Cat here, bringin' you a whole bunch of stuff I'm makin' up off the top of my head on account of my not havin' anythin' interestin' to blog about today, from rural Nova Scotia.
Sometimes a cat has just gotta do, what a cat has gotta do. MOUSES!
So as you might have guessed, there has been NOTHIN' interestin' goin' on at my house for the last couple of days.
Well... Nothin' noteworthy, I guess. Nothin' worth bloggin' about, for sure. MOUSES!
On the other paw...
Nope, sorry. That information was marked private and personal, and the peep said I couldn't go 'round tellin' the whole wide world. Not even if it was the ONLY real news I had to tell!
But on the OTHER paw, peeps go around tellin' the whole wide world all their private and personal stuff all the time! Sometimes that stuff is so private and so personal, the world DOESN'T EVEN WANNA KNOW, but does that stop those peeps? No sirree. It doesn't stop 'em at all. They just go around blabbin' like there's no tomorrow and...
What? WHAT? What's that you're sayin', Peepers? You're sayin' that under no circumstances am I to tell my readers that my sister Mason was feelin' a little under the weather, and ended up with a bit of a dirty bum? FINE. MOUSES!
Pretend you didn't hear 'bout that, okay?
And if you can't pretend you didn't hear it, pretend you didn't hear it from ME. MOUSES!
So what should I blog about today?
I KNOW! Hey Peepers! I need to borrow your flashy box. I need to take a picture of my din-dins.
What? WHAT? What's that you're sayin', Peepers? You're sayin' that under no circumstances do I need to take a picture of my dinner?
Are you sure about that, Peepers? 'Cause peeps take pictures of their dinners, and post those pictures on the Internet, all the time. And when I say all the time, I really mean ALL the time. If it weren't for peeps postin' pictures of their dinners, social media would come to a complete standstill, for sure.
Well... Pictures of their dinners and cute cat videos, that is. MOUSES!
So that brings me back to square one on the search for a bloggin' topic for today.
GOT IT. Peep #1 planted another two azalea bushes yesterday.
And she RE-planted 'em again this mornin'. MOUSES!
Don't worry, Peepers. I'll be sure to let my readers know that you didn't replant those two azalea bushes just for the fun of replanting 'em. 'Cause believe you me, I watched you replanting 'em this mornin', and it didn't look like you were havin' any fun, at all. MOUSES!
Yeah, Yeah... I'll mention the rockies. Keep your pants on, woman.
And when I say keep your pants on, I mean KEEP YOUR PANTS ON. World Naked Gardenin' Day was last weekend, not today. MOUSES!
So anyway, as you might have guessed, the rocky raccoons were back again and last night, they dug up the two azaleas Peep #1 planted yesterday. But this time, they just left 'em next to where they had been planted, instead of tryin' to haul 'em off into the jungle and...
What? WHAT? What's that you're sayin', Peepers? You're sayin' that under no circumstances am I tell my readers we live in a jungle?
REALLY? When was the last time you weeded? MOUSES!
Hehehehehee... Okay, perhaps that is a bit of an exaggeration. Not even a whole bazillion gazillion weeds do a jungle make. Close, but not quite. Now a million bazillion gazillion weeds would be a TOTALLY different story, for sure.
HEY PEEPERS! How come I'm findin' your hair all over my office? You sheddin' or somethin'?
OR ARE YOU GOIN' BALD?
That's not good, Peepers. Seriously, that's not good at all. Take my word for it. The bald look is not a good look for you 'cause Kojak, you are not, and...
GET A GRIP, WOMAN. If you don't wanna go bald, just stop pullin' on your hair like that. Stop yankin' it out! Didn't anyone ever tell you, yanked out hair might not grow back and like I said, Kojak, you are not, and...
Apparently, accordin' to the peep...
But then what does she know? I mean, she's just a peep and...
APPARENTLY, accordin' to the peep - while bearing in mind she is just a peep - she's pullin' her hair out on account of my blog post today, and SHE SAYS, since today is Mother's Day, I should go easy on her and give her break.
I guess I could do that.
It IS Mother's Day and all.
And she IS kinda my mother, even though we don't look at all alike. You know, on account of my bein' way cuter. Plus, I'm a redhead. And then there's that whole business of the tail.
My tail. I'M the one with the tail. The peep doesn't have a tail. Not one I've noticed, at least.
I guess I COULD give her a break...
But don't worry friends, I'll be back in FULL FORCE on Wednesday. Ol' Peepers here can yank out the remainin' hair on her head, then. MOUSES!