So forty-five weeks is the same as...
Carry the one.
Carry that other one.
Oops! That was just a speck of dirt and not a one. Heeheeheeheehee...
Then multiply it all by...
GOT IT! Forty-five weeks is the same as two hundred and forty-four million, nine hundred and forty-four thousand cat seconds.
So as of today, I've been stuck here in this ol' house with the peeps for TWO HUNDRED AND FORTY-FOUR MILLION, NINE HUNDRED AND FORTY-FOUR THOUSAND CAT SECONDS
Well, I suppose it could be worse.
And today, not only am I stuck in the house with the peeps, but the peeps are also stuck here with me, and...
Wait a minute.
PEEPERS! JUST WHAT THE MOUSES DID YOU MEAN WHEN YOU SAID YOU WERE STUCK IN HERE WITH ME?
PEEPERS, BEIN' STUCK HERE WITH ME IS A PRIVILEGE! YOU SHOULD BE SO LUCKY AS TO BE STUCK HERE WITH ME ALL THE TIME. LUCKY! LUCKY, I TELL YOU. LUCKY! YOU KNOW HOW MANY PEEPS OUT THERE WOULD LOVE TO BE STUCK IN A HOUSE WITH A CAT LIKE ME?
AND WHEN I SAY STUCK, I ACTUALLY MEAN HONOURED.
Boy-oh-boy, some peeps.
I'm thinkin' Peepers is just in a foul mood on account of the weatherpeeps sayin' we were only gonna get a couple centimetres of snow overnight, but appear to have gotten their centimetres confused with their feet. I mean, paws. NO, I definitely mean feet.
Yup, that's right, we had a major snowfall out there. White stuff... EVERYWHERE. And before Peepers can go to the store or anywhere else, she'll have to shovel us out.
AND SHE JUST SHOVELLED, YESTERDAY!
I, on the other paw, am spendin' the day inside.
Away from the snow.
Outta the cold.
Even if I DO have to spend it with the peeps.
But I'm gonna suggest to Peepers that she head out there with the shovel, NOW. More time she spends shovellin', the LESS time I'll have to spend with her here inside the house, pesterin' and annoyin' me.
Like the pesterin' and annoyin' peep that she is.
Remember to mask up, too.