summer snow

It's hot again today, so I thought I'd write about that.

But then I thought, it was kinda chilly yesterday.  Perhaps I should write about THAT.

But THEN I thought, I can't write 'bout crazy weather in every blog post I write.

Well TECHNICALLY, I probably could.  Write 'bout crazy weather, that is.  'CAUSE IT'S NOT LIKE MOTHER NATURE ISN'T GIVIN' ME LOTS OF CRAZY WEATHER ABOUT WHICH TO WRITE.

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But THEN I thought...

But then I thought, my readers are probably tired of hearing about Canadian weather.

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'Cept, of course, when it snows.

In the summer.

Yeah, 'cept, of course, when we have snow in the summer.

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I know, I know...  I know what you're thinkin'.  You're thinkin', it was snowin' in summer?  Now THAT'S stereotypical Canadian weather, for sure.

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Except....

Except it wasn't really snowin'.

Long story short, Peepers did a little bakin' yesterday, and the bakin' involved usin' some flour, and...

Yeah, she make a right big mess all over the kitchen.

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But truth be told, I didn't mind.  Why would I?  It's not like I was gonna have to clean the darned mess all up.

No, Saffy didn't have to, either.

Peepers' mess; Peepers needs to start cleanin'.

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Plus...

Plus, when Peepers makes a right big ol' mess, it kinda takes the pressure off us kitties regardin' the times WE make messes in the house.  It kinda makes her forget all about those.

Not that I, Seville the Cat, ever make a mess.

Well, not big ones, anyway.

And not TOO messy.

Okay, there was that one time...

But how was I supposed to know that tray of craftin' stuff wasn't properly situated on the coffee table?

And how was I supposed to know that if a kitty were to step on said tray, said tray would flip right over?

And how was I supposed to know that all those little things on the tray were so little and THAT THERE WERE SO DARNED MANY and that they'd all go flyin' all over the family room?

HOW?

And to tell you the truth, Peepers is still findin' beads here and there in the family room, a couple weeks later.

But Saffy and I just wave a dismissive paw in the air and remind her it's like she's findin' lost treasure.

So far, she's not buyin' it.

But one day...

One day, she probably will.

Perhaps.

Maybe.

Actually, to tell you the truth, I'm pretty sure she will.  Buy it, I mean.  Or perhaps that should be believe.  But anyway, one day she most likely will forget all 'bout that little ol' mess with the tray of craftin' things flyin' through the air, dispersin' who knows what pretty much everywhere.

One day.

Probably sooner if I should happen to make another - perhaps bigger - mess.

Not that I ever do.

Make messes, I mean.

Well, I don't admit to making 'em, anyway.

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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.