This sucks THE BIG ONE, for sure.
It sucks, I tell you. IT SUCKS!
As if my life hasn't been hard enough as it is, bein' stuck here with you for the past four hundred and two million, seven hundred and ninety-six thousand, eight hundred cat seconds...
AND NOW THIS?
Of all the good-for-nothin' peeps....
So it's like this: Peepers has a sprained wrist. And I, bein' the extremely empathetic and considerate and even more so, sympathetic cat that I am, am experiencin' somethin' akin to sympathy pains... Sympathy paw... Whatever.
Bottom line is, neither one of us can use our front left paws.
So here I am, typin' this blog post usin' my right paw only. HOW THE MOUSES DO PEEPS WHO CAN'T TYPE TYPE LIKE THIS? HOW?
I asked Peepers to help me out. I figured I could dictate my post to her and she could suffer through typin' with one hand only but to tell you the truth, SHE WAS SLOWIN' ME DOWN. And it was so, so, SO very annoyin'.
You ever dictate a blog post to a one-handed peep?
Didn't think so.
So like it or not, my friends, this here blog post is gonna be a short one, for sure, on account of this one-pawed typin' thing bein' for the birds.
I wonder how birds type. Anyone know? They don't have paws. They just have feet and wings and things. You think you can type with a wing?
I've heard they'll work for peanuts, you know.
With maybe a sunflower seed or two thrown in.
Remember to mask up, too.