So here in Canada, this here eighty-second week of this ol' pandemic thingy is fallin' on Thanksgivin' Weekend, this year, and...
And it's makin' it hard to think of stuff for which to be thankful, for sure.
On the other paw...
On the other paw, I am thankful for the roof over my head, and the fuds in my plates, and all those kinda things.
You know, the usual Thanksgivin' stuff.
And let me tell you...
And let me tell you, my friends, for what else I can be thankful.
I'm thankful for the fact that due to this ol' pandemic thingy, I've been stuck here in a house with a couple of good-for-nothin' peeps now for like four hundred and forty-six million, three hundred and forty-two thousand, four hundred cat seconds, and...
WHAT AM I SAYIN'?
I'm not thankful for that, at all.
My friends, bein' stuck here in a house with a couple of good-for-nothin' peeps for four hundred and forty-six million, three hundred and forty-two thousand, four hundred cat seconds is like the curse of a thousand curses.
It's a wonder no one has made a movie of it, for sure.
But I AM thankful - VERY thankful, in fact - that when I need some fuds or treats or things, I can send ol' Peepers out to get said things without my havin' to go with her. And do you know why I am thankful for that?
Didn't think you did.
Let me give you an example. The other day, Peepers was headin' out to the store and let me tell you, she was havin' the bad hair day of all bad hair days, for sure. Why, Peep #2 took one look at her and said, "Did you go and cut your own hair?"
Now I know, pandemic hair has become a real thing with peeps around here, including my own, but Peepers' hair the other day...
Well it was somethin' else, for sure.
Which is why Peep #2 thought she had gone and cut it herself.
Peepers was sportin' one of her scrunchies, as usual - the woman has a whole drawer full of 'em, you know - but even with the scrunchie, it was stickin' out all over the place. Part of it was stickin' straight out of the side!
Her hair, I mean; not the scrunchie.
And when she came home...
AND WHEN SHE CAME HOME...
When Peepers came home, she had a chunk of hair stickin' out, straight up!
Straight up. Shaken, not stirred.
My gosh, I crack myself up.
Now I can laugh at the thought of the sight of Peepers' hair my friends. Yup, I can laugh at the thought, for sure. And do you know why?
Well, DO you?
I can laugh at the thought, 'CAUSE I DIDN'T HAVE TO GO TO THE STORE WITH HER, AND NO ONE KNEW THAT THE PEEP WALKING AROUND TOWN LOOKIN' LIKE SHE HAD STUCK HER FINGER IN THE ELECTRICAL OUTLET OF ALL ELECTRICAL OUTLETS HAD ANYTHIN' TO DO WITH ME.
And that is somethin' for which to be thankful, for sure.
But seriously, my friends...
The time has come...
To wish you all...
A VERY HAPPY THANKSGIVING.
And send lots and lots of purrs.
Remember to mask up, too.