As many of you know, this is Labour Day Weekend here in Canada. In the States it's Labour Day Weekend, too, 'cept there they spell Labour as Labor.
Yup, they don't bother with the u.
So anyway, this bein' Labour Day Weekend and all, I thought I'd write all 'bout all the laborious things I, Seville the Cat, must do. 'Cause thinking 'bout the laborious things we do is what Labour Day Weekend is all about, right? Right.
Of course it is.
Okay, so maybe that's not the real purpose behind Labour Day Weekend for peeps. But for us cats who have to put up with said peeps? For us, it is. Believe me, I know.
And speakin' of laborious things...
Did you know that I, Seville the Cat, have had to contend with my good-for-nothin' peeps now for seventy-seven weeks? It's true! How I've managed is beyond me, for sure. It's a miracle my gorgeous marmalade furs haven't gone completely grey.
And in case you were wonderin'...
In case you were wonderin', seventy-seven weeks is the equivalent of four hundred and nineteen million, one hundred and twenty-six thousand, four hundred cat seconds, you know. And puttin' up with peeps for that many cat seconds is VERY LABORIOUS, indeed.
Peeps don't know how easy they have it. Spendin' time with me is like a dream come true for peeps, whereas my havin' to spend four hundred and nineteen million, one hundred and twenty-six thousand, four hundred cat seconds with two demandin', unbearable, insolent, sometimes obnoxious, and always unreasonable peeps is more like a nightmare, for sure.
And what do I get for my troubles, you ask?
Good question, indeed.
And the answer is...
NOTHIN' BUT GRIEF.
And that, my friends, is why I REALLY NEED this Labour Day Weekend, for sure. I'm plannin' on spendin' the whole weekend doin' Nothin' but Nappin', and Nippin', and Noshin' on treats.
Hey Peepers! Wanna pass me another niptini? Those last few you made seem to have mysteriously disappeared.
Remember to mask up, too.