So it's lookin' pretty calm out there, all right. Yup, lookin' pretty calm, for sure. Not a trace of wind. No sign yet of snow. A few birdies at the feeders and a few more on the ground, but that's about it.
MOUSES!
What? What's that, Peepers? What's that you're babblin' on about now?
Yes, that's right. I AM writin' about the calm before the storm.
Yes, that's right. I AM...
WAIT A MINUTE. I'm not writin' about that, at all!
MOUSES!
Yes, I am writin' about the pending storm, Peepers, and the current calm before it; but I AM NOT writin' about the snowfall warnin' the weatherpeeps are chattin' about on the news.
Yeah, yeah... Go tell it to someone who cares. First of all, Peepers, you and I both know those weatherpeeps don't always get this kinda stuff right. Heavy snowfall... Light dustin'... It's all one and the same to them, I do believe, so that in itself is a good reason to not be writin' about what they're predictin', for sure.
And secondly...
Well secondly, there's a bigger storm a-comin', and when it comes to bloggin', bigger is always better, you see.
'Cept when whatever it is that's bigger is somethin' I, Seville the Cat, might get in trouble for doin', of course.
MOUSES!
But back to the storm. The storm I'M writin' about is not the snowin', rainin', windy kinda storm. No sirree. The storm I'M writin' about is the kind of storm when peeps like you freak out 'bout the silliest and stupidiest of things.
Is too.
Is too.
IS TOO, I tell you. Stupidiest IS TOO a word. I used it; I wrote it; it's right there in print for all to see.
MOUSES!
But back to that storm.
AGAIN.
The storm I'M writin' about is the pendin' storm I'm expectin' when you go into the kitchen and see what SOMEBODY did to the canister of flour.
Yup, that's right: white stuff all over the floor.
I'm tellin' ya, looks just like newly fallen snow.
And FYI, it wasn't me!
That canister is too heavy for me to knock over, you see.
And if you're lookin' for answers, Peepers, you should look no further than Peep #2.
I saw it happen and everythin'.
MOUSES!
Remember to mask up, too.
I hope you keep any snow at your place Seville, we don't deal with it well here!
ReplyDeleteAre you sure, my dear friend? Are you SURE? 'Cause if you have any second thoughts 'bout it, I can pack up a few snowballs and teleport 'em on over. I wouldn't mind. Honest! PURRS
DeleteSnow outside or in...nah...we could easily do without!
ReplyDelete...once our unfurbro-the-younger when he was around 2 or so...he found a baby powder container...and he emptied it out all over a wine red runner in the hall of his grandparents home...talk about a storm!
Yup, stuff like that never goes over well with peeps.
DeleteOn the other paw...
On the other paw, if that baby powder was made with any bakin' soda or whatnot, once the grownup peeps vacuumed it up - I'm assumin' they did - the carpet might smell really nice!
PURRS
MOUSES! They didn't try to blame YOU, did they, Sivvers? There's a storm brewin' for sure!
ReplyDeleteThey ALWAYS try to blame me, my friend. They always TRY...
DeleteMOUSES!
Sounds like you are having a white Christmas at your place, Seville... although maybe not the kind they sing about.
ReplyDeleteYou'd think so, wouldn't you, but no such luck. The flour has now been all swept up and as for the snow outside... We have lots at the moment but Saturday is supposed to be like 10 or 12C and rainy so by Sunday all we're gonna have is slush. I'm dreamin' of a slushy Christmas... Nah, that really doesn't work. MOUSES!
Deletedood....sew iz dad knot gonna get any thin frum mom for Christmas ;) ...may bee him waz tryin ta help with bakin cookeez ....bet thatz it huh ;) ore may bee get a nice coatin for a fish fry !!!
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I think a sprinklin' of floor is way better than a dusting (read as two feet) of snow anydays! Had it been a dusting of nip, well, that would have been quite a different thing altogether, Mouses!
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ReplyDeleteStuff happens, Seville!
ReplyDeleteIt would be funny if one of Da Boyz got into some flour; then we could tell them apart for awhile.
Did Peep #2 not 'fess up then, Sivvers?
ReplyDeleteThat's just not right at all!
Do you need a cattorney?
Sounds like Peep # 2 is in trouble.
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