Sunday 27 August 2023

afternoon plans

Hey ho, Sivvers the Cat here, bringin' you the latest news from sunny Nova Scotia.

Scratch that.  It's not sunny today.

Hey ho, Sivvers the Cat here, bringin' you the latest news from dull and drizzlin', RAINY Nova Scotia.

But give it a minute, 'cause all that could change.


So anyway...

So anyway, here I am, lookin' out my office window at a dull, borin', drizzlin' kinda day.  A day without a sunpuddle in sight.  Thing is though, the weatherpeeps on the telly are sayin' it's supposed to be sunny.  And who knows, maybe by this afternoon it will be.  But this mornin'?  Like I said, not a sunpuddle in sight.


So as the weatherpeeps currently appear to be WRONG, I'll have to plan on doin' somethin' other than sunbathin' this afternoon.  But what?  What on earth should I do?  What should I do on a drizzly kinda day?

I figured I'd ask Saffron what his plans were for the day but after I shook him awake, he just rolled over, let out a big yarn, and went back to sleep.

Guess that's what happens when you're up at three doin' the zoomies all through the house.


Then I asked the peep what HER plans were for the day but before she could give me an answer, I thought better of that and walked outta the room.  WHATEVER Peepers has planned is bound to be of no interest to me.  Peepers is known to do borin', stupid stuff.  It's in her nature, you see.


Then I looked out my office window.  Thought I might find some inspiration out there.  Thought someone outside might give me some ideas.

There were birdies flittin' about, but you know...  Well we cat's can't fly and therefore, we can't flit.


Then I saw some guy ridin' a bike.


Nope, my paws wouldn't reach the peddles.

'Cause I don't have a Seville the Cat sized bike, you see.


Then I saw some other guy runnin' or joggin' or somethin' like that.  He appeared to be runnin' after the guy on the bike.

Like a dog chasin' a car.  Like. A. DOG.


Well I'm certainly NOT gonna do that.

Then I noticed a crack in the clouds and the sun peekin' out, and I thought...

And I thought...


But then it clouded over again so that was that.



So that's when I decided I'd find out what the peep's plans were for the day, after all.  AND EVEN THOUGH THEY'RE BOUND TO BE BORIN' AND STUPID (like usual), I, Seville the Cat, would lend a paw to help her out.  'Cause we kitties can be helpful in so many ways.  If she's gonna read, I can read along with her, flickin' my tail across her book when the page is in need of changin'.  If she's gonna knit, I can prep her yarn with my spit.  If she's gonna bake, I can be right there, doin' figure eights 'round and 'round and 'round her feet.  If she's gonna nap, I can meow and meow AND MEOW AS LOUDLY AS A KITTY POSSIBLY CAN MEOW and lull her to sleep.   Oh, and if it dries up a bit and she goes out to garden, I can go out with her and dig a whole whack of things up.  If she's gonna....

Aw, who am I kiddin'?  I think I'll go take a nap.

After havin' a snack.

'Cause all this plannin' has made me a mite peckish, you see.

Not to mention kinda tired.

I'm in dire need of some sleep.



And remember:



Continue to practice SOCIAL DISTANCIN' measures



Remember to mask up, too.


  1. I'm with you Seville, napping on a day like today is a pawsome thing to sure to get that snack first though ;) While the sun did come out, the grass is all wet...yuck! Maybe tomorrow will be better :)
    Purrs, Julie

  2. Seville pal, I just don't know how you handle all the excitement!

  3. Naps always win out here too. :)

  4. It sounds like you ended up having some worthwhile plans after all, Sivvers. MOUSES!

  5. Seville, when a flock of birds lands in the yard, you'll be glad you've rested up for all of that activity!

  6. Dude, that was one busy day! Naps are our favourite past time too, in fact Melvyn is in training for the Worlds Longest Catnap - we've never know a B Team mefur who naps as much as he does! MOL

  7. Darn it, that sounds way, way too complicated for me, or rather Mrs H, to keep tabs on. We like things simple in these backwater places. Eat sleep in or out. That sums up the working day/week/month and year. For spicing things up we do grooming on a whim, and cat nip drooling on a needs must basis, just to keep Mrs H's spittal glands working, MOL
    Toodle pips and purrs


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