Sunday 5 July 2020

sixteen weeks

Sixteen weeks.

SIXTEEN L-O-N-G WEEKS.

To tell you the truth, I'm not sure I should keep on countin' the weeks since the beginnin' of the peeps-bein'-home-all-the-time days,on account of stuff loosenin' up here in Nova Scotia and peeps bein' allowed out and about a whole lot more.

But the thing is...

The thing is, THE PEEPS AREN'T TAKIN' ADVANTAGE OF BEIN' ABLE TO GO OUT MORE NEARLY ENOUGH.

MOUSES!

I'm practically havin' to push Peepers out the door.

MOUSES!

Why just the other day...

Just the other day, Peepers realised she had forgotten to get somethin' at the store, and do you know what she said?

She said, "It's okay, I'll get it next week."

Next week?  NEXT week?  WHAT THE MOUSES IS UP WITH THAT?  Why wait 'til next week when you make an extra trip right now, today?

And believe you me, I could do with the break.

MOUSES!

The problem with all this pandemic stuff is not so much that the peeps can't go places - 'CAUSE THEY CAN - but rather, the fact that they're not.  They're not goin' out nearly as often as they're now allowed which means I've been cooped up with 'em for like...

Uh...

Um...


EIGHTY-SEVEN MILLION, NINETY-ONE THOUSAND, TWO HUNDRED SECONDS.

In cat time.

MOUSES!

And it's drivin' me totally nuts!

MOUSES!

I thought 'bout booking 'em a vacation for like...

Uh...

Um...

Thirty-five weeks.

I checked my froggy bank and found I couldn't afford thirty-six, you see.

But then I realised havin' no peeps for thirty-five weeks might make me miss out on a snack or two.

Or three.

Then I thought about...

Well actually...

To tell you the thruth...

To tell you the truth, once I truly thought 'bout how bein' peepless for thirty-five weeks would interfere with my bein' waited on paw and paw, I sorta zoned out in total shock, and decided not to think 'bout such things anymore.

BUT I'M STILL IN DIRE NEED OF A BREAK FROM THE PEEPS.

So long story short...

Long story short is, I'm takin' over the livin' room, guest room, and part of the kitchen.  Oh, and the area in and around the litter boxes, too.

Not to mention the sunroom, the best part of the deck, and the sunny end of the veranda as well.

And in those places, there will be NO PEEPS ALLOWED.

'Cept for the fillin' of dishes and changin' of litter, that is.

But at all other times...

NO PEEPS ALLOWED.

And if they forget and intrude upon MY space, I cannot be held accountable for my actions.

Not even if I should happen to hiss or spit or...

Uh...

Um...

Pee on 'em?

Yeah, pee on 'em, 'cause Peein' on Peeps always makes 'em stay back.

I know this from PURRsonal experience, you see.

And like I said, I'm in dire need of a break.

MOUSES!

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And remember:

IF IN DOUBT,

DON'T. GO. OUT.

Continue to practice SOCIAL DISTANCIN' measures

AND KEEP WASHIN' YOUR PAWS.

MOUSES!



6 comments:

  1. Seville...really?!? Peeing on your peeps?!?
    I think you need to rethink this plan...

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  2. Our peeps were driven nuts years ago Seville, but it was a very short trip!

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  3. Yeah, um, I agree about your plan having some flaws.

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  4. Noooo! Don't pee on your peeps, Sivvers!

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  5. I wouldn't pee on them, but maybe a good hiss :)

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  6. Oh Seville, you made me laugh. You poor cat no time alone without your peeps BUT you do see their value - right?

    I think because we are small and closed our borders and locked everyone out it helped. Canada can't do that (nor ccould Australia and look what happened).

    I am glad you are all OK this nightmare is set to continue for a while. Hang in there and think of nip.

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