## Sunday, 17 May 2020

### nine weeks

Let's do the math, shall we?

Nine weeks times seven days per week; sixty-three days times twenty-four hours per day; one thousand five hundred and twelve hours times sixty minutes per hour; ninety thousand, seven hundred and twenty minutes times sixty seconds per minute; five million, four hundred and forty-three thousand, two hundred seconds in peep time, times nine cat seconds per peep second...

Holy smokes.  That's FORTY-EIGHT MILLION, NINE HUNDRED AND EIGHTY-EIGHT THOUSAND, EIGHT HUNDRED SECONDS, IN CAT TIME!

MOUSES!

So there you have it:  THIS HAS BEEN AN ETERNITY, FOR SURE.

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And throughout this here eternity, I, Seville the Cat, have been abidin' by all the social distancin' and self-isolatin' rules.  I've been stayin' in my own yard and mindin' my own business.  I've been a good boy, for sure.

But that cat from that house nearby...

That darn cat has NOT been abidin' by the rules, at all!

Now normally I don't mind his comin' over.  Peeps don't mind, either, but you know peeps.  They're...

Well...

Peeps.

'Nough said.

But when I, Seville the Cat, have been playin' by the rules, I expect all the other cats in the neighbourhood to play by 'em too, you know?

Of course you do.

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The thing is...

IT ISN'T FAIR!

That's right, it isn't fair that I'm abidin' by the rules and other cats aren't.  If other cats are breakin' the rules...

THEN I WANNA BE A RULE BREAKER, TOO!

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So when that neighbourhood cat came a-visitin' the other day, I told him off real good.  I mean, really well, for I never said nothin' 'bout nothin' 'bout breakin' GRAMMAR rules.

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So anyway...

So anyway, he came over to my house and entered my PURRsonal space.

Next thing I knew, the fur flew.

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Okay, so technically, there was no flyin' fur, but I'll tell you what did fly: Peepers, that's what.  I mean, who.

That's right, Peepers came flyin' out of the house on her broomstick....

Er-hmm.

On her own two feet, and broke up the altercation between that neighbourhood cat and me.

Actually, it wasn't much of an altercation.  Sounded a whole lot worse than it was.  I mean, by the time Peepers got outside, all she had to do was say my name and I immediately turned 'round and followed her in.

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But still...

But still, that cat was definitely breakin' the rules, and I'm wonderin' who should I call.  Who do you call 'bout cats breakin' self-isolatin' rules?  WHO?

What?  What's that, Peepers?  What's that you're babblin' on about now?

What do you mean there's no one to call?  What do you MEAN?

Well I'll be.  Apparently, if you're gonna call anybody 'bout rule-breakin' cats, you just call a peep.

Which, when you think about it, is sorta what I did with my yowlin' and howlin' and fizzin' and stuff.

MOUSES!

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And remember:

IF IN DOUBT,

DON'T. GO. OUT.

Continue to practice SOCIAL DISTANCIN' measures

MOUSES!