Just when I thought...
Just when I thought this ol' pandemic thingy was windin' down...
Just when I thought this ol' pandemic thingy was windin' down, and spring and nice weather would be upon us and stuff, Ol' Man Winter decided to stick around.
MOUSES!
That's right, my friends, after five hundred and sixty-six million, ninety-two thousand, eight hundred cat seconds, I thought we were well on our way to endin' this pandemic of the century. I THOUGHT with mornin' arrivin' an hour early today - daylight savings time, don't-cha-know, flocks of red robins visitin' the holly bush like the holly berries are on for half price due to an end of season sale, and after havin' some kinda nice days last week; Miss Spring would be arrivin' with her suitcase and settlin' in as a welcome visitor at my house with no isolation or social distancin' required. She was gonna be our first house guest since the pandemic began!
But then...
But then, little Miss Spring decided to continue social distancin' and isolating, and not make the trip to my house, after all.
MOUSES!
So here I am, not only stuck with two good-for-nothin' peeps but stuck with Ol' Man Winter, as well. And let me tell you somethin', my friends...
OL' MAN WINTER IS AS CRANKY AS A CRANKY OL' MAN CAN GET.
Why all last night he was huffin' and puffin' outside, blowin' down small branches and things.
And I thought PEEPERS could herself get into a huff.
MOUSES!
Oh, and that wind he's blowin' about is as cold as cold can get.
Okay, so maybe not as cold as it was in the dead of winter, but it's a far cry from Miss Spring's accompanying warm weather.
MOUSES!
But I'm thinkin'...
I'm thinkin'...
I'm thinkin' I can outsmart this winter dude, for sure. I mean, I'm a cat, after all, and cats are smarter than the seasons, right? Right. Of course we are.
MOUSES!
Good gosh, he musta heard me sayin' that 'cause that last puff of hot... I mean, COLD air he huffed almost blew my house right down! Guy must be related to the big bad wolf, I think.
Good thing I'm not a little piggy.
MOUSES!
Oh shush up there, Peepers. ENOUGH WITH THE FAT JOKES. MY BEIN' A CONNOISSEUR OF THE TREATS DOESN'T MAKE ME A PIGGY.
MOUSES!
Remember to mask up, too.
Hey, that old and cranky Winter guy came to our house, too, Sivvers. He's a grump, for sure. MOUSES!
ReplyDeleteOld man winter was supposed to come to our house on Saturday but I didn't see him. I think he came during the night and fled when the sun came up.
ReplyDeleteOld Man Winter and Sweet Spring are fighting for control, Seville!
ReplyDeleteSpring will prevail sooner or later.
Am so tired of putting on my heavy winter coat; cannot wait for warmer temps.
We have had a lot of wind lately too. At least it is going to warm up this week.
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