Sunday 6 November 2022

it's spring!

It's spring!

I said...


Peepers, are you payin' attention?  Are you listenin'?  More importantly, are you listenin' to ME?  I said...


What's that?  What's that, Peepers?  What's that you're babblin' on about now?

I don't care what that ol' calendar says.  Not sure if you've noticed or not, but the calendar is old.  Old as in OLD.  Not as old as you, of course, on account of your bein' as old as the hills, but it's still pretty old.  It's been hangin' on the wall for almost a year now.  More than ten months.  Like I said, IT'S OLD.


Peepers, Peepers, Peepers...  My gosh you're slow on the uptake, these days.  Comes with old age, I suppose.  The calendar is wrong.  It's spring.

You wanna bet?  You wanna bet that I'm wrong?  I mean, you wanna bet that I'm right?  No, wait...  I AM right.  I'LL bet that I'm right.  You can bet...  whatever, but I bet by the end of the day you, too, will be bettin' I'm right 'cause if not, you're gonna lose that bet.

The bet that I'm wrong, that is.  I mean, the bet that you THINK that I'm wrong on account of my never bein' wrong and my always bein' right.  Right?  Right.



Lookie here, Peepers.  I don't know what you're goin' on about.

No, really, I don't.  Fine, it might very well be November 6th and maybe the old and demented calendar does say it's fall; but I was just outside and it's like 23C out there and that, ol' peep of mine, is weather fit only for spring.  

Plus, James - the kitty you're tryin' to convince to come live with us - didn't come for brekkies yesterday and I'm pretty sure he was wanderin' about lookin' for girls or somethin', thinkin' it was spring.  I MEAN, KNOWIN' it was spring, on account of yesterday also bein' in the twenties which is the kind of weather we have in...

Well, you know...



I DON'T CARE if there are no spring flowers out there.  And I don't care that instead of the trees burstin' with the promise of new leaves, they're actually clingin' to a few old brown ones that haven't yet fallen.  AND I DON'T CARE that the leaves that HAVE fallen are blowin' about askin' to be raked and stuff.  None of that matters.  Oh sure, I know that kinda stuff normally happens in the fall but do you know what else happens in the fall, Peepers?  DO you?

It gets cold.  Yup, it gets cold in the fall, Peepers.  And for your information, 23C is not cold.  It's mild.  It's warm!  By gosh and by golly, it's practically vergin' on hot.

So like I said...



What?  WHAT?  Seriously?  You say it's goin' down to 2C in the next couple of days?


Well that's kinda odd.

You think the weatherpeeps don't know 'bout it bein' spring?  I think I had best call 'em and tell 'em it is.  'Cause it's absolutely unthinkable that I, Seville the Cat, could possibly be wrong.  I'm never wrong.  I'm a cat.  Cats never are.

Wrong, that is.



And remember:



Continue to practice SOCIAL DISTANCIN' measures



Remember to mask up, too.


  1. Well Seville, here on the prairies it is definitely winter. As a matter of fact we got snowed in yesterday. My car has turned into a white lump in the driveway. So send some of that warm weather this way please, so I can get out of my house!!!

  2. We would be much happier with Spring instead of the Old Man Winter dude showing up.

  3. MOUSES! It's feeling a lot like spring here, too, Sivvers. Let us know what those weather prognosticatin' peeps say when you speak with them, okay?

  4. You are right Seville! Your weather is actin' mighty strange lately. But then so was ours until just this week and boom! It is cold! Well, at least for us it is. Thank ceiling cat I have on my fur coat.

  5. We have had some balmy spring like days here, too...but it stormed last night and now we are cold...cold...cold. Might get frost tomorrow night.

  6. Priceless, Seville, priceless. Of course this could just be a late spring. by that I mean a piece of spring that somehow got left behind when it turned summer. Most likely it is that. So, even if the peeps at the weather station, and your peep say/says its autumn, then you can hand on heart say nope, its definitely a late spring.
    Toodle pips and purrs
    PS What odds are they giving on a later winter and even later summer?


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