So there I was in my office, workin' hard on my blog and totally mindin' my own business, when...
Yeah, I was TOTALLY mindin' my own business.
When alarm bells started doin' their dingin'. There were alarm bells and sirens, EVERYWHERE. There was even an alert on the television.
Okay, so maybe there weren't actually any alarms or sirens doin' their dinger. And maybe there wasn't a TV alert, either. MAYBE it was really more of a case of the first peep walkin' into my office and openin' her mouth.
Of course, when Peep #1 opens her mouth, what comes out can kinda sound like the screechin' of a siren, for sure.
It's a proven fact, you know. And I'm not the only one who says it.
But I digress. Let's get back to that alarming message.
So there I was, hard at work on my blog, when Peep #1 said, "Hey Sivvers, did you read what some guy wrote on your Facebook page?"
Of course, I immediately raced over to my fan page, on Facebook, and started reading.
My jaw dropped.
My pallor paled.
My eyes started burning.
A torrent of tears streamed down my face, and in dismay I watched as they formed a puddle right there on the floor beneath me.
HOW COULD ANYONE WRITE SOMETHIN' AS NASTY AS THAT?
AND ABOUT ME, TOO.
I looked at the post I had previously made 'bout how I was writin' a book-length adventure, and just below my good news...
Some STUPID GUY wrote...
Of all the good for nothin' guys out there...
In all the no good gin joints of the world...
AND HE HAD TO GO COMMENT ON MINE?
Okay, so my Facebook fan page isn't exactly a gin joint.
Isn't exactly? It isn't at all.
And it certainly isn't no good.
But still, I, Seville the Cat, was annoyed.
And rightly so, too.
Of course, that was AFTER my heart had been broken.
But the peep said to me, "Don't worry, Sivvers, keep your chin up. There's always going to be that one guy who just can't help himself but to say something nasty."
And you know somethin'?
SHE WAS RIGHT!
Which just goes to show you, there's a first time for everythin', for sure.
I mean, who does this guy think he is, anyway? Has he written any books? Does he know how to write? Does he even know how to READ?
So even though this stupid guy went and TOTALLY SPOILED the announcement 'bout my writin' a book...
TOTALLY spoiled it, for sure.
And even though he went and TOTALLY RUINED my good mood...
You know what?
I, Seville the Cat, am gonna forgive him.
'Cause truth be told, maybe, as the peep said, he just can't help himself. Maybe he's just naturally nasty.
And MAYBE I can work his name into my book.
As a villain, of course.
Or perhaps as the victim.
Or MAYBE a SCANDALOUS CAD.
Who ends up at the bottom of very deep river, wearin' blocks of cement-fashioned shoes.
'Cause you know somethin', else?
THAT'S the kinda thing we writing types do.