you hear that?

Tinkle, tinkle, tinkle...

Mouses, you hear that?

Tinkle, tinkle, tinkle...

There it goes again.

Tinkle, tinkle, tinkle...

And again, only louder this time.  Did you hear that sound?

CrrraaaaahhhhCKKK!

Did you hear THAT?

CRRRAAAAAASHHHH!

Now surely you MUST have heard that.

I'm thinkin' that one was heard right 'round the world, for sure.

MOUSES!

Tinkle, tinkle, tinkle...

And there goes another.

MOUSES!

You know, bein' a cat, I have very sensitive hearin'.  I hear all sorts of stuff.  ALL SORTS OF STUFF, for sure, and lately...  Well lately, I've been hearin' a lot of...

CrrrraaaaahhhhCKKK!

I wonder who did that one.

MOUSES!

So anyway, like I was sayin'...  Lately, I've been hearin'...

CRRRAAAAAASHHHH!

And ANOTHER one bites the dust.

MOUSES!

I know, I know...  I know what you're thinkin'.  You're thinkin', I've been up to tricks in the kitchen again.  Tricks involvin' the knockin' down of dishes and stuff.  Stuff that might be up on the counter, and...

Well, my friends, YOU'D BE WRONG ABOUT THAT.

MOUSES!

I, Seville the Cat, do not knock stuff off counters, and onto the floor.  Oh sure, ON OCCASION, a piece of silverware, or a plate or somethin', has VOLUNTARILY jumped off the counter, ALL OF ITS OWN ACCORD, when I just happened to be up there, immediately prior to the jumpin'.  Yeah, voluntarily jumped off the counter, and onto the floor.  BUT I HAD NOTHIN' TO DO WITH THAT.  Nothin' to do with that, at all.  Did you read where I wrote the word, "voluntarily?"

MOUSES!

Fact is, the idea of stuff voluntarily jumpin' off counters when I happen to be up on said counters, is merely coincidental, is all.

MOUSES!

But that, my friends, is beside the point, 'cause this here blog post has NOTHIN' to do with things jumpin' off counters.  Nothin' to do with 'em jumpin' onto counters, either.

No Sir, this here blog post has to do with...

CRRRAAAAAASHHHH!

Oohhh...  That one took me by surprise.  Didn't hear the tinkles leadin' up to it or anythin'.

And FYI, the tinkles have nothin' to do with litter box humour, either.

MOUSES!

Truth is, what you're hearin' is the sound of...

CRRRAAAAAASHHHH!

And there goes ANOTHER.  I'm tellin' ya, it's like livin' down at the South Pole, waitin' for bits and pieces of glaciers to crack and fall off, and...

What?  WHAT?  I CAN'T HEAR YOU!  Yeah, I can't hear you over the sound of the uncontrollable sobbin' comin' from...

What's that?  I STILL CAN'T HEAR YOU.  YOU'LL HAVE TO SPEAK UP IF YOU WANNA BE HEARD OVER ALL THAT SOBBIN'!

THE THING IS...

Sorry 'bout that.  The thing is, peeps all 'round the world are breakin' their New Year Resolutions, and the sound of them breakin' is like shatterin' glass.  First there's the tinkles, then comes the crackin', and finally, you hear a loud crash.

Then they sob, uncontrollably, when the realize they didn't make it past the first month.

To tell you the truth, I'm surprised so many of 'em made it past the first day.

MOUSES!

Let me tell you, my peeps were sobbin' up a storm by January 3rd.

Yup, they had to do an emergency run to the handkerchief store, and everythin'.

MOUSES!

As for the rest of the world, I expect I'll be hearin' those resolutions breakin' for some time to come.

(You know, on account of my havin' such sensitive ears, and all.)

Well...  Well actually....  Actually, maybe for just another few days.  Yeah, by then, the breakin' of this year's resolutions should be all done.

MOUSES!

Tinkle, tinkle, tinkle...