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!

and speakin' of flittin'....

And speakin' of flittin'...

Okay, I guess that for some of you, that kinda came out of the blue.  But if you remember, I've started flittin' over on Bluesky.

Flittin'...  Skeetin'...  Whatever.

MOUSES!

But anyway...

But anyway, like I was sayin', I've been flittin' like a butterfly over on Bluesky.

'Cept, of course, I'm a keyboard flitter and not an actual flitter, on account of my not havin' butterfly wings.

'Cause as you all know, I am a cat.

MOUSES!

But all this talk of butterflies flittin' and stuff, reminded me how in the summer, there were butterflies flittin' here and there, amongst my nip plants.

They - the butterflies, I mean - do seem to like spendin' time with the catnip, as do the bees, although I've never seen any of 'em actually nipped.

I don't think.

MOUSES!

Although truth be told, once I get into the catnip, myself, I might not be able to tell.

MOUSES!

So anyway...

So anyway, I thought I should tell you what Peepers gave me the other week.

No, not my Bluesky account.  YES, she did open that up.  But today I'm gonna tell you 'bout somethin' ELSE she gave me, as well.

Are you ready?  Are you sittin' down?

Peepers gave me...

A nip bed.

MOUSES!

No, a nip bed is not a knitted or sewn bed stuffed to the brim with catnip.

Although now that I think about it, a knitted or sewn bed stuffed to the brim with the nip would be grand.  I'll have to mention that to the peep.

Or Santa.

Or anyone else who might be listenin'.

MOUSES!

But back to the subject at paw: Peepers has given me one of her new raised beds so that I can grow even more of the nip.  And the best part is, it's filled with catnip already!  Yup, there are dozens of the little nippers (pun intended) already growin' there.

MOUSES!

You see, last year, Peepers built and filled some new raised beds.  Three of 'em were sixteen square paws, whatever that means.  And one of those sixteen square paw beds JUST HAPPENED to end up with some catnip seed gettin' ACCIDENTALLY scattered 'mongst the calendula and borage and stuff.

Well...

Well the  ACCIDENTALLY scattered nip seeds started - unbeknownst to the peep - to grow.

Then a couple weeks back, Peepers was preppin' her beds for the winter and realised gettin' rid of all those nip plants, whose roots are now well and truly established - on account of my havin' tended those plants I ACCIDENTALY planted, with such tender lovin' care - was just too time consumin' to do.

Or somethin' like that.

So now...

So now, Peepers has GIVEN the whole bed to Saffy and me.

Can you believe it?

MOUSES!

Yup, my catnip plantation is expandin', for sure.

I am gonna be so nipped, ALL of next year.

MOUSES!

And remember, you can now find me over on Bluesky.  I'm easy to find.  Just search for Seville the Cat or @nerissathecat 'cause that, my dear pals, is where I'm now at.

MOUSES!

little blue butterflies

Oh my mouses!  OH MY MOUSES!  Oh my mousie mousin' moosie MOUSES!

Yeah, I know that moosie part is weird; but somehow it sounded better with it, than without.

MOUSES!

But anyway...

But anyway, I bet you're all wonderin' why I, Seville the Cat, am so very, very excited.

Well!

Well guess what Peepers got me.  Or um...  Hmmm...  Or opened for me, rather.  I suppose...  Never mind, just guess what Peepers opened for me.  For me, Seville the Cat.

Guess!

Give up?

Okay, I'll tell you, instead of makin' you wait in suspense any longer.

PEEPERS OPENED A BLUESKY ACCOUNT FOR ME.  She opened it for me and only ME!

Yup, I, Seville the Cat, have now got MY VERY OWN account over on Bluesky.

MOUSES!

And she didn't cheap out on me like she did over on Facebook.  Oh sure, on Facebook I've got a fan page and all, which is nice, I suppose.  But I don't have my own profile page over there, like she does. I don't have anythin' like that,  THAT - a profile page, I mean - I have to share with the peep.

Usually without her knowin'.

MOUSES!

But the point is, I've never quite forgiven her for makin' me share, and not openin' a profile page on Facebook that is my very own.  

MOUSES!

But things are different over on Bluesky, my friends.  Yup, things over on Bluesky are different, for sure.  ON BLUESKY, the account is all mine.  Mine, I tell you.  MINE!  That Bluesky account is well and truly mine.

MOUSES!

And I have to admit, she - aka Peepers - was pretty smart about it, too.  Since Bluesky is similar to the old Twitter where tweetin' was bright and carefree and joyous and fun, she kept my information and whatnot kinda the same.  So if you wanna find me over on Bluesky, just look up Seville the Cat or @nerissathecat 'cause that, my friends, is exactly where I'm at.

MOUSES!

Now I'm still figurin' stuff out over on Bluesky.  Makin' my way, and all that jazz.  And one thing I'm not sure of is the lingo.  On Facebook, I post.  On Twitter, I tweet.

Yeah, I know.  It's all X this and X that, now.  But x-ing sounds really weird.

But anyway, what do we call it on Bluesky?

Someone said skeeting.  Yup, someone said that on Bluesky, we skeet.  Hmmm...

Well, I'm totally new there so if skeetin' is the goin' word, I've gotta be okay with usin' that.  I mean, I can't barge in there and boss peeps around.

But...

But if cats and peeps actually haven't quite decided yet...  

HOW 'BOUT WE CALL IT FLITTING?

Now hear me out, about this:  Bluesky has this cute little blue butterfly as it's logo or whatever, and I was tryin' to think of what butterflies sound like.  You know, 'cause tweetin' is what birdies do and Twitter had a birdie, and we called posts, tweets.  So I thought whatever butterflies sound like would be appropriate for my postin' on Bluesky.  It kinda makes sense.  You know? 

But then I realised that even though I, Seville the Cat, have SEEN many a butterfly in all my nine lives, I've never actually heard one.

Oh sure, I've heard Peepers rantin' and ravin' and screamin' and stuff on account of those little white butterfly-like moths and their babies decimatin' her broccolini and similar plants, but those sounds were all emanatin' from her.  

And that is NOT somethin' any of us should copy.

My gosh, my ears are still recuperatin' from when she found those holes in the leaves of her stocks.

MOUSES!

But even though I couldn't think of any sounds butterflies make, I did think of somethin' they do.

Other than their mothy cousins eatin' peeps' plants, that is.

Other than that, my friends, BUTTERFLIES FLIT.

Yeah, they flit.  They flit here and there and just about almost everywhere, amongst the flowers in the garden and stuff.

SO WHO'S WITH ME, MY PALS?  WHO'S WITH ME?  Who here wants to join me on Bluesky and flit?

And yes, I will still be tweetin' on Twitter.  At least for now.

And yeah, I'm STILL callin' it Twitter' even though the background has gone all dark and yucky and spooky and murky, along with a myriad of other nasty ol' things.

MOUSES!

Just remember, you can find me on Bluesky easily enough.  Just search for me, Seville the Cat OR @nerissathecat 'cause THAT is where I'm now at. 

Paw me a follow and I'll follow you back.

MOUSES!