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, 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.
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...
SUNPUDDLES HERE I COME!
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.
'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.
Remember to mask up, too.