you're welcome

I said, you're welcome.

You're welcome!

Yup, that's exactly what I said. 

MOUSES!

For what are you welcome, you ask?

Well...

Well, due to my scathing blog post, the other day, 'bout Mother Nature not workin' hard enough in the spring weather department, Ol' Mama N has finally decided to shape up before we cats all got together and shipped her right out; which is why...

Which is why...

Which is why, you have me, Seville the Cat, to thank for the lovely warm sunny days you are currently experiencing.

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

IT IS TOO because of me that we're finally havin' good weather.  It's as obvious as obvious can be.  The evidence is there for everyone to see.  It was cold and rainy and raw, as you remember.  Then I wrote my blog post.  My SCATHING blog post, I might add.  And now it's all sunny and warm.  See?

IT WAS OBVSIOUSLY BECAUSE OF ME.

MOUSES!

It just goes to show you what a bloggin' kitty can do.  

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And now that I've fixed the ol' weather...

Well, now that I've fixed the ol' weather, I've got some extra time on my paws.

What to do..  What to do...

Hmmm...

Hey Peepers!  YOU HAVE ANY OTHER PROBLEMS YOU NEED ME TO SOLVE?

Actually, never mind.  Don't bother answerin'.  You'll probably want me to fix somethin' stupid like sweepin' up the litter 'round the litter box.  A job which is obviously yours.

Of course...

Of course, I could solve that problem by remindin' you to get in there and start sweepin'.

Hmmm...

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

You think I could solve the ol' litter 'round the litter box problem by not scatterin' said litter about in the first place?

BUT WHAT WOULD BE THE FUN IN THAT?

Plus, you'd be out of a job, and that, my dear peep, will simply not do.

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But since I'm now thinkin' about it...

HEY PEEPERS!  GET YOUR SORRY REAR UP OFF THAT CHAIR AND GO SWEEP UP THE LITTER SCATTERED ALL OVER THE FLOOR!

Please.

I'm sayin' please on account of my bein' polite, of course.

'CAUSE IF I, SEVILLE THE CAT, AM ANYTHIN', I AM ALWAYS VERY POLITE.

'Cause I'm a Canadian kitty, you see, and we Canadians are known for bein' polite.  

Politeness, which is exceeded only by our good looks.  And perhaps our humble modesty, too.

PEEPERS, I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU TO GET UP OFF YOUR SORRY OL' REAR!

The effort I have to make to get peeps to do some work around here.

MOUSES!