Yup, that's right, my dear pals. We have now endured one hundred and two weeks of this ol' pandemic thingy. Or rather, I, SEVILLE THE CAT, have endured one hundred and two weeks of the peeps' company, twenty-four seven.
Yup, I, SEVILLE THE CAT, have endured the peeps' company for five hundred and forty-nine million, seven hundred and sixty-three thousand, two hundred cat seconds; and I've done so two hundred and sixteen, sixty-three.
And it's gettin' to me, my friends. It's gettin' to me, for sure! Why, just last night...
Just last night, I had a dream.
So what, you say? What's the big deal 'bout a cat havin' a dream?
Well for one thing, I wasn't dreaming 'bout my chasin' rabbits or mousies.
I don't think.
The thing is, I ALWAYS remember my dreams. Always, always, always. I remember every single little detail, not matter how mundane. But last night...
Well I know I had a dream on account of Peepers tellin' me my ears had been twitchin', along with my paws.
But the thing is...
The thing is, I don't remember dreaming 'bout anythin' at all!
Now some might say I'm gettin' forgetful in my old age, and...
Well some MIGHT say that; but I can assure you, you say somethin' like that to my face and YOUR face might be in danger.
I SAY, it's all this bein' too close to the peeps for too long that has made my mind wander, and...
Now where was I?
Oh yeah, I was blamin' the peeps for my slight memory loss.
Just as any smart cat would do.
But the thing is, Peepers SAID I looked like I was enjoyin' my dream. Now an enjoyable dream is a dream I wanna remember! Peepers makin' me forget by pesterin' me day in and day out is an unforgivable thing for a Peepers to do.
And another thing...
NO, I did not forget.
Gosh darn stupid pesterin' peeps.
Remember to mask up, too.