Hey ho, Sivvers the Cat, here, reportin' from sunny...
From CHILLY Nova Scotia.
I'm here with the peeps, doin' not much of anythin', on account of our bein' in our fifty-first week of this ol' pandemic isolation thing.
And that would be two hundred and seventy-seven million, six hundred and three thousand, two hundred cat seconds, for those in the know.
So I'm sure all my readers are wantin' to know just what I've been up to these past two hundred and seventy-seven million, six hundred and three thousand, two hundred cat seconds.
WELL NOT MICH OF ANYTHIN', you see.
Didn't I just say that?
Really, it's true!
And I've snacked a lot, too.
I've watched birds, slobbered over nip mice, and kneaded a cushion or three. And I've made a few messes, you see. I've complained to the peep, and even watched a little TV!
I've peed on the carpet...
ONCE. I did that only once. And truth be told, IT WASN'T MY FAULT. It was Peepers' fault, for sure.
Not quite sure HOW she was to blame but I DO KNOW that she was.
I've spent a lot of time mockin' the peeps - OF COURSE - but that goes without sayin'.
And I've worked on my blog and a bit on my book, and...
Well that's about it, I guess.
Did I mention 'bout the naps?
And the snacks?
And what about the bird watchin'? Did I... Did I talk about that? I have watched a number of birds these last few... THESE LAST FIFTY-ONE weeks.
But other than all that stuff, I've done absolutely nothin' at all!
In other words, for me, it's been a somewhat NORMAL year.
Or fifty-one weeks.
Remember to mask up, too.