Hey there, Peepers! Can you lend me a paw for a mo?
Here, let me roll over onto my back. You'll need to get a good look at my tummy. Okay, I'm in position now. Peepers, can you see where my belly button is at?
Why am I lookin' for my belly button, you ask?
Of all the stupid, moused-up, nonsensical questions to ask.
I'm lookin' for my belly button 'cause tomorrow is Navel Day, and I'm pretty sure I need to know where my belly button is, in order to celebrate.
NO, I have NOT been into the celebrating, already. I have NOT been imbibing in the nip.
Why do you ask?
Are you SURE?
Nah, that can't be correct. Navel Day MUST be 'bout belly buttons. What else would it be...
Oh my mouses, SURELY not ORANGES.
You know I'm a cat, right? And you how we cats hate citrus stuff. Especially oranges.
What do you MEAN Navel Day isn't about belly buttons or oranges? WHAT DO YOU MEAN?
Are you SURE?
So uh... Tomorrow isn't Navel Day, you say.
Well then when IS Navel Day, if I might ask? Is it sometime next week?
What do you MEAN the holiday is not called Navel Day. WHAT DO YOU MEAN?
I already TOLD you I'm not high on the nip.
LEMME SEE THAT CALENDAR. Look. There. SEE? NAVEL DAY. TOLD YOU.
*brushes a speck of dirt off the calender*
Oohhh.. Well look at that. Huh.
So tomorrow is a holiday, but it's called NATAL Day, I see.
And what is a natal, anyway? Is that even an actual word? It sounds kinda fishy to me.
It's derived from the Latin word for birth, you say? And since Nova Scotia has been in the Canadian Confederation since 1867, Natal Day is our fair province's official birthday?
Okay Peepers, well if that's the case, help me find my NATAL button, would ya? My button relating to birthdays. There could be some birthday cake crumbs hidin' there in my tummy furs. Or maybe a nice birthday prezzie? Or maybe...
Peepers, if I told you once, I TOLD YOU A MILLION AND FORTY-NINE TIMES, I have not - I repeat, NOT - been into the nip.
After all, this IS a holiday weekend.