the to-do list

So she - Peepers - had a list.  A list of things to do.  A to-do list, one might say.

MOUSES!

The list was pretty long.  She - Peepers - had a whole bunch of things listed on said list.  A whole bunch of things she needed to do.

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And one by one, she scratched things off her list; and the list grew shorter, day by day.

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I know, I know...  I know what you're thinkin'.  You're thinkin' that Peepers was steadily gettin' through her to-do list; and at the rate she was goin', she was gonna get everythin' done by Christmas.

And I was thinkin' the same!

But do you know somethin', my friends?  Do you?

Well...

Well, we were ALL TOTALLY wrong.

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Now like I said, I, too, fell for her crap...  I mean, poopies.  There I was, thinkin' that Peepers was really outdoin' herself this year, and that THIS year was THE YEAR she was actually gonna get everythin' done.  THIS year, Christmas Day was gonna arrive and Peepers wouldn't still have a long to-do list that was only half done.  THIS year...

Well, there's really no point in draggin' this on.

Bottom line is, I found Peepers early one mornin', to-do list in paw.  Yup, in her left paw was a cup of tea and in her right, her list.  AND I KNOW FOR A FACT that all she had done that mornin', so far, was make herself the tea.  Nothin' else.  Woman hadn't even combed her stupid hair.

But there she was, standin' in the kitchen with her list.  And thinkin' no one was lookin' - 'cause I had pawed lightly into the kitchen without makin' a sound, she set that list down, picked up a pen, and started scratchin' stuff out.

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That's right, my dear friends.  That's right!  I caught her in the act, and everythin'.

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I suddenly realised that Peepers' to-do list was not gettin' shorter on account of her gettin' stuff done, but rather...

But rather...

But rather, she was selectively scratchin' stuff off the list, WITHOUT GETTIN' ANY OF IT DONE.

Sheer utter and complete madness, for sure.

Next thing you know, she'll be puttin' her socks in her pj drawer and her pjs in the one for her socks.

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So yeah, she's gonna get through that ol' list by Christmas, all right.  But she's gonna get through it without half of it bein' done.

And I'm pretty sure that that is some kinda cheatin'.  Some kinda evil, dastardly cheatin', for sure.  So I was thinkin'...

I was thinkin'...

So I was thinkin', do I tell Santa how naughty Peepers has been?

OR...

Or do I just keep quiet 'til there's somethin' I, Seville the Cat, need to have done.  Like a new nip bed all dug up.  Or my knitted blankie finished a whole lot faster than it's happenin'.  Or free access to the plastic money when Treats-R-Us is havin' a sale.  Or...

Well you get the picture, I am sure.

What to do...  What to do...  There are always decisions I must make.

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One thing I DO know, however, is that some of you might be wantin' easy access to my Christmas adventures from Christmases past, so MY to-do list is easy, for sure.  The only thing on MY list is to share my adventures with you, and I'll share 'em right here.

So happy reading, my pals, and a Very Merry Christmas to you all.

PURRS

2013:  Home in Time for Christmas

2014:  The Naughty List

2015:  The Mysterious Ornament

2016:  Reindeer Dust

2016:  Seville Saves Christmas

2017:  Santa's Mail Train

2017:  Mason to the Rescue

2017:  The Shelf Elf

2018:  'Twas the Night Before Christmas

2019:  The Santa Sack, part I

2019:  The Santa Sack, part II