thirty-nine weeks

 

Good mornin', Peepers.  Aren't you lookin' festive today.

Always pays to toss a compliment out to the peeps, every now and then.  Keeps 'em in good spirits for when you get caught doin' somethin' naughty.

I see you've got your Christmas earrings in, and...  And is that a new scrunchy I see your hair?  My, my, my...  Such a pretty Christmas fabric, too.  BEAUTIFUL.  GORGEOUS!  You did a good job with that scrunchy, for sure.

Okay, so there is such a thing as overdoin' it with the compliments.  One must be careful not to let the peeps think somethin' is up.

WHICH IT ISN'T.

Well, not really.

Okay, so maybe just a little.

MOUSES!

And did I mention how well you suit that green sweater you're wearin'?  I know I've seen it before, but I don't think I've ever told you how nice it looks, on.  Looks super good with your Christmas earrings and new scrunchy, too.

Hmmm...  Think I might have hit the too-many-compliments-she's-gettin'-suspicious stage.  I see that wary look in her eyes.

MOUSES!

Best get to the matter at paw.

So uh, Peepers...  Peepers, I...  I was thinkin'...  I WAS THINKIN'...

I was thinkin' that this year, we might not need to decorate the tree like we usually do.  I mean, it's a lot of work and THE LAST thing you need is extra work, right?  Right.  I mean...

I mean, you've been pretty much stuck in this ol' house with me for the last two hundred and twelve million, two hundred and eighty-four thousand, eight hundred cat seconds and, I think we can both agree, that's a whole lot of cat seconds to be cooped up, for sure.

I know, I know...  I know, it's been a lot harder on ME, than you, but that doesn't mean it's been a bed of roses for you, or anythin' like that.  I know I can sometimes be...

Be...

Uh...

Difficult?

Nah, that's not the word I mean.

Challenging.

Meh.

No matter.  My point is, I know that sometimes you and I have almost come to blows these last few months, what with the pandemic and all, so I figured as PART OF MY GIFT TO YOU, I... I would let you know that if you don't want to go to all the trouble and hard work of decoratin' the tree, it's okay by me.  I'LL SURVIVE.

I suppose.

*dramatically swipes paw across his brow as if ready to faint*

But if you DO decide to decorate after all...

Well....

Well might I suggest you not plug in the lights?  We want to save on electricity, and all.  Do our part for the environment.  Global warming IS real, you know.

That, and I think SOMEONE might have uh...  Um...  Chewed through one of the electrical cords.

Which isn't nearly as bad as that time when Aunti Primrose peed in the light socket!

Just sayin'.

OOHHHH....  PEEPERS!  Is that a new lipstick you're wearin'?  That colour suits you to a tee!

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!

Remember to mask up, too.