DON'T GO OUT.
MOUSES!
It's really very simple.
But first of all, I must apologise. The Internet was as sketchy as an elf named Buddy using an Etch-a-Sketch yesterday, and I wasn't able to post my Sunday post. But you know what they say...
They say, better late than never.
So...
So Monday is now Sunday.
MOUSES!
Or maybe Sunday is now Monday.
Whatever.
But back to this other stuff. You know, this important coronavirus stuff.
We're still social distancin' here, although peeps are askin' for us to now call social distancing, physical distancing.
Okay, I get it. I get that peeps are supposed to be keepin' two meters between themselves and others so really, yeah, that IS a physical, and not social kinda thing, but...
But SOME PEEPS can't seem to figure out how to keep six paws apart at all! Are we really gonna confuse 'em by callin' it somethin' else? You know what'll happen if we do. You know you do. They'll start thinkin' that social distancin' and physical distancin' are two different things 'cause they have two different names, and the next thing that'll happen is that they won't be doin' any kinda distancin' at all.
'Cause you know...
They're peeps.
Cats can figure this stuff out no probs, but peeps...
Well...
Peeps are peeps!
MOUSES!
And then there's the self-isolating thing.
Self-isolatin' is when you don't go anywhere you don't absolutely have to go. When you stay at home as much as you possibly can. You ask yourself, BEFORE you step out the door, do I really HAVE to get that at the store? Do I really HAVE to walk at the park or the beach, or can I just get some fresh air right here at home? And if there's any doubt - any doubt at all - 'bout not HAVIN' to go somewhere, you DON'T GO.
IF IN DOUBT,
DON'T GO OUT.
MOUSES!
My peeps have been stayin' home as much as possible. Peep #1 made a quick run to the grocery store last Friday, and has been home ever since.
Since Friday.
SEVENTY-TWO HOURS.
FOUR THOUSAND, THREE HUNDRED AND TWENTY MINUTES.
TWO HUNDRED AND FIFTY-NINE THOUSAND, TWO HUNDRED SECONDS.
Do you have any idea how long that is in CAT years?
Well I'll tell you how long that is in cat years.
Scratch that, the calculator doesn't go up that high.
MOUSES!
Fact is, peeps bein' home twenty-four / seven is like an eternity for us cats, for sure.
Did I say like? I meant to say, IS.
MOUSES!
And so far, we've only finished week number one.
I'm seriously gonna need to augment my supply of the nip.
MOUSES!
So remember:
IF IN DOUBT,
DON'T GO OUT.
And when you absolutely HAVE to - go out, I mean - keep six paws between you and all others.
MOUSES!
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It was announced yesterday that all Nova Scotia Provincial parks are now closed. Cars found parked at those parks will be towed. MOUSES!
