Lee

AND DON'T BOTHER COMIN' BACK, EITHER!

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Well I sure am glad that's over and done with.  Sure am glad to see the back of him.

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

Yellin'?  I have no idea.  I didn't hear anyone yellin', at all.  Probably couldn't hear whomever it was on account of my raisin' my voice...

Oh.

Right.

Yeah, that was probably me.

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Well I HAD to yell at him, Peepers.  I had to give him a right tellin' off.  Had to make him understand I didn't want him ever comin' back here.  Not anywhere near my house.  Had to make him understand that I, Seville the Cat, meant some serious business, you see, WHICH IS WHY I had to yell.

Who?  At whom was I yellini'?

Lee.

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'Cause I don't like storms in general, Peepers.  And I especially don't like storms named Lee.

Okay, so truth be told, I don't like any storms, no matter what their names.  And I especially don't hurricanes.  Don't like post tropical cyclones, either.  AND I DON'T want 'em comin' anywhere near my house.

Good for nothin' unwanted guests, they are.

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AND I DON'T...

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

Well OF COURSE Lee has left.  I yelled at him, remember?  Told him to leave.  Remember?  Remember how you heard me yellin'?

Good grief, Peepers, your memory resembles a sieve.

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AND WHAT'S MORE...

OF COURSE Lee left on account of my yellin' at him.  Why else would he leave?

'Cause that's what hurricanes do, you say?  They come, wreck havoc, then leave?

Hmmm...

Nope, I'm pretty sure they leave 'cause cats like me are on the ball.  'Cause of cats like me yellin' at 'em, TELLING 'EM to leave.  Why, if it weren't for cats like me...

There'd be a whole lot less yellin' around here, you say?

Perhaps, but let's face it, Peepers: you'd miss not hearin' me yellin', for sure.  And you know what else you'd miss, ol' peep of mine?  You know what else?

Why, you'd miss my not doin' you the favour of my gatherin' intel out in the yard for you, you would.  And gatherin' garden intel is exactly what I did earlier today.  For your information, there is no structural damage.  No major damage in our yard, at all.  Nip plants are holdin' steady, for sure.  However, there are a whole whack of twigs with leaves and things lyin' about all over the ground.  Little stuff that needs cleanin' up.  Shouldn't take you more than a day.

Well I'M not cleanin' it up.  I've got far better things to do with my time.

LIKE TAKIN' A NAP, is what.

All that yellin' is exhaustin', for sure.

Not to mention all the catsplainin' I had to do.

Catsplainin'.  You know what it is, Peepers.  Or at least you should.  Catsplainin' is when cats like me have to explain even the simplest of things to peeps like you.

It's not like I haven't had to do it many a time, before.

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And remember:

IF IN DOUBT,

DON'T. GO. OUT.

Continue to practice SOCIAL DISTANCIN' measures

AND KEEP WASHIN' YOUR PAWS.

MOUSES!

Remember to mask up, too.