play stupid games...

Not my fault.

I said, it's not my fault.

And I repeat myself once more: IT'S NOT MY FAULT.

MOUSES!

I know, I know...  I know what you're thinkin'.  You're thinkin', it's never my fault.  And you know somethin', my friends?

YOU WOULD BE RIGHT.

'Cause bad stuff never is my fault.  And as for when good stuff happens, believe-you-me, you'll hear me takin' credit for it before you even know it's happened.

MOUSES!

But anyway...

But anyway, methinks I should explain.

Okay, so last night, Peepers came into my office without botherin' to turn on the light.  I wasn't in the office at the time but moments after her intrusion, I did hear her cry out, "MOUSES!"

Or somethin' like that.

Then the next thing I knew, the lights were all on and she had brought out the broom.

'Cause you see...

'Cause you see, about a week or so back, Peepers had filled a couple plant trays with pottin' mix and set 'em on the floor next to where she plants seeds and pots up stuff and whatnot.  She was gonna use 'em later that day.  But when later that day arrived, she changed her mind, decidin' to plant what she was plantin' in proper pots, instead.  The trays were pushed aside, and left on the floor.

Her new plan was to empty out the trays with the pottin' mix into the compost bin, but it's been kinda rainy and wet all week, sometimes pretty chilly, and sometimes milder but still miserable, so... 

So said trays of pottin' mix stayed on the floor.

Like I said, she had pushed 'em to the side, outta the way.  But then yesterday mornin', Peepers needed somethin' or other outta the cupboard behind where those trays had been sittin'.  So she moved 'em over a bit.

Well!

Well surprise, surprise, Peepers: Play stupid games and you know what you get.

MOUSES!

That's right, Peepers was playin' stupid peep games when walkin' into my office without turnin' on the light.  It's not like she's a cat, you know.  We cats have superior night time vision.  Peeps don't.

So...

So the one tray that was sittin' on top of the other, got knocked over when she practically stepped on 'em both, and pottin' soil - 'cause after a week it had all dried out - got scattered all over the floor.

MOUSES!

Luckily for the peep, the part of the floor where it all landed was the uncarpeted bit.  Then out came the broom, and before anyone knew it, everythin' was swept right up.

Into a nice little pile.

Kinda in the middle of the room.

Now as late as it was, and totally dark outside, Peepers knew she had to get rid of that mess the next mornin'.  I mean, it wouldn't do for her to get lost out in the dark, headin' over to the compost bin.  Remember, as a peep, she has inferior night vision.

MOUSES!

But sometime overnight...

Sometime overnight, either Saffron or me, mightta kinda walked right through that ol' pile of dried up pottin' mix.

Walked...  Ran...  Jumped up and about in...  Whatever.

MOUSES!

Bottom line is, this mornin' there was dried up pottin' mix ALL OVER the place, includin' the carpet on the other side of the room.

But like I said before, IT'S NOT MY FAULT.

First of all, I'm not even sayin' they were my paws that messed everythin' up.  I really do think it was Saffron.  But secondly, neither one of US left the pile of dirt just sittin' there, ASKIN' to be tossed all about.

That, my dear pals, was Peepers.

So ipso, facto, defuncto:  THE FAULT IS ALL HERS.

MOUSES!

And remember, you can now find me on Bluesky, where the skies are friendly, sunny, and blue.  Just search for Seville the Cat or @nerissathecat 'cause that, my friends, is where I'm now at.

MOUSES!