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.
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!
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.
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.
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, I tell you. Stupidiest IS TOO a word. I used it; I wrote it; it's right there in print for all to see.
But back to that storm.
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'.
Remember to mask up, too.