out all over

Well THAT'S a whole hour of one of my nine lives I'll never get back again.

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HEY PEEPERS!  Why didn't you tell me there was some kinda global Facebook outage yesterday mornin'?  WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME?

'Cause you didn't know, you say?  Huh, makes sense, I suppose.  There's a whole lotta stuff you don't know.

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So anyway...

So anyway, I, like millions of other cats who spend most of their waking hours on-line, postin' cute pictures and videos of themselves, and blabbin' to the world 'bout all the stupid and embarrassin' stuff their peeps do...

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

Do too.  I do too post 'bout all the stupid stuff you do.  My blog is like an on-line tell all book, you know.

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So anyway, as I was sayin' before bein' so rudely interrupted, I was about to tell you all 'bout what happened yesterday when I tried to log into Facebook.

Oh quit your gripin', Woman.  It's not my fault you don't know how I blog 'bout all the stupid stuff you do.  If you read my blog more often, you WOULD know.  Try to stay informed, there, Peepers.  Try to stay informed.

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So anyway...

So anyway, back to yesterday mornin'.  I'd been surfin' the net for a bit, lookin' for videos of cute ladycats over on Twitter - yes, I still call it that - when I figured it was time to check in on Facebook.

Well!

Well, first they wanted me to log in.  Of course, I figured the peep must have accidentally logged me out, which annoyed me to no end.  I'm a busy cat, you see, and don't have time to waste loggin' in every time I wanna check in on Facebook.

So I typed in my password, WORLDSVERYBESTKITTY, but Facebook wouldn't accept it.  Said it was an old password, or somthin' like that.  Hmm...

So, of course, I figured the peep had gone and changed my password without tellin' me.

Of all the nerve.

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Would I like to reset my password, Facebook asked.

I DON'T HAVE TIME FOR THIS KINDA NONSENSICAL CRAP! I yelled, but of course, Mark Zuckerberg couldn't hear me on account of my not bein' able to log into Facebook.

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FINE.  Send me a numerical code so I can reset my password, I said.  Yeah, yeah, I'll keep an eye on my inbox.

So I waited.

And waited.

AND WAITED.

But alas, nothin' arrived.

So I tried once again.

Still no stupid code.

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After 'bout an hour or so, I had to give up.  I was feelin' a tad peckish, you see, and when I'm feelin' a little peckish, I sometimes get a wee bit cranky, and...

KEEP YOUR RIDICULOUS OPINIONS TO YOURSELF, WOMAN!  I DIDN'T ASK FOR 'EM, YOU KNOW.

Imagine that, Peepers is squabblin' about my use of the words "wee bit."

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SO ANYWAY...

So anyway, I went into the kitchen for a snack and then figured a nap was in order.  That whole Facebook business had been super exhaustin', for sure.  Frustratin', too, as after all that hard work, I STILL wasn't any closer to gettin' back into Facebook.

Well!

Well after my very well-earned nap, I decided to head on back to Twitter.  And that's when I discovered...

When I discovered...

That's when I discovered, Facebook was out pretty much all over the place.

So it wasn't Peepers' fault, after all.

This time.

But word on the street is, kitties broke into one of the Facebook server farms, thinkin' that as a farm, it might be some kinda giant nip plantation, which would make total sense considerin' the number of cats with fan pages and the like on the platform.  I mean, it would be a great side line, right?  Facebook could be usin' one of these farms to grow their own supply of the nip for all of the cats postin' cute videos of themselves.  Besides, what else - other than nip - would you want to grow on a farm?  But when these kitties who had all been imbibing in copious amounts of the nip on their way to the server farm, arrived there only to find out that server farms aren't real farms...  Well suffice it to say, a whole horde of nipped-up kitties lookin' for more catnip is NOT somethin' you wanna mess with.

Long story short: GLOBAL FACEBOOK OUTAGE.

Methinks it might be time for Mr Zuckerberg to invest in a catnip plantation, after all.

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And remember:

IF IN DOUBT,

DON'T. GO. OUT.

Continue to practice SOCIAL DISTANCIN' measures

AND KEEP WASHIN' YOUR PAWS.

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Remember to mask up, too.