Whew, that was a close one, for sure. Low-flyin' bird.
Bird... Plane... Whatever.
So anyway, it has come to my attention that there are a lot of crazy drivers out there.
What do crazy drivers have to do with low-flyin' birds and or planes, you ask?
Well nothin', really, but uh...
So anyway, the other day Peepers was out and about on the roads when some guy in a big black pickup truck backed out of a parkin' lot ONTO THE ROAD and almost backed right into her.
Can you believe it?
Yup, you've gotta watch out for these crazy wackos out on the roads. They're out there and they're crazy, you see.
Good thing for Peepers, she was quick to respond and managed to deftly veer to the left - into oncoming traffic - and avoid bein' hit.
She's had a lot of experience swervin' to avoid potholes, you see.
Good thing there wasn't actually any oncomin' traffic, too.
Of course, I, Seville the Cat, don't have issues like this while drivin', mainly on account of my not havin' a driver's licence, you see, which is mainly on account on my bein' a cat and the Province of Nova Scotia bein' somewhat unwillin' to issue driver's licences to those of us of the feline persuasion.
Well that, and the fact that my back paws can't reach the pedals.
But give me a car made just the right size...
Give me a car made just the right size AND I'LL IGNORE THAT SILLY LICENCING RULE, AND I'LL BE OUT RUNNIN' THE ROADS, for sure.
Did I say runnin'? I actually meant RULIN', on account of us cats bein' in charge. We rule everythin', you see.
Well at least that's how it should be.
Remember to mask up, too.