oh boy...

Oh boy...

Oh boy oh boy oh boy.

Wait a minute.  OH BOY, YOO HOO, and HOORAY!

MOUSES!

So anyway...

So anyway, for those of you who might be unaware of the fact, this is a holiday weekend here in Canada.  In Nova Scotia, tomorrow is called Natal Day.  In other parts of Canada it's called other things which is weird, I know, but peeps are weird in general, and apparently peeps are in charge of the namin' of days.

MOUSES!

So anyway...

So anyway, like I was sayin', it's a holiday weekend.  And every kitty, doggy, bunny, horse, rocky, and any other kinda four-legged furry out there knows that summer holiday weekends usually mean big boomies and scary noises on account of peeps firin' off fireworks outta their ears.

Now I say ears but you know what I mean, right?  Right.  MOUSES!

But anyway...

But anyway, if there's one thing we furries hate, it's fireworks.  They're scary as all get out.  My gosh, fireworks are so scary they've been known to kill horses right here in Nova Scotia outta fear.  That's bad, my friends.  Really, really bad.  I mean, who would wanna murder a beautiful creature such as a horse?

MOUSES!

So this mornin'...

So this mornin', like I do most mornings, I woke up with a funny feelin' in my tummy.  My tummy was tellin' me I was hungry.  That's on account of my havin' a very smart tummy, you see.

But after I had my brekkies, my tummy was still feelin' a little on the weird side.  I thought about it for a bit, wonderin' if I needed more brekkies; but then I realised it wasn't hunger my tummy was feelin' but rather, DREAD.

That's right, my friends, my tummy had remembered this was part of a summer holiday weekend and tonight there would likely be fireworks that might scare me half to death.

MOUSES!

But later on...

But later on, it occurred to me that since we currently have a province-wide ban on burnin' due to not havin' had enough rain to protect us from wildfires, THERE CAN BE NO FIREWORKS TONIGHT. 

At least none of the ones peeps set off in their backyards.

Outta their ears.

MOUSES!

And THAT'S why my oh-boys changed to HOORAYS.

MOUSES!

But if some stupid peep decides to set of fireworks, anyway...

If some stupid peep decides to defy the law and set off scary fireworks regardless of the ban, I'm gonna march right over there and PEE on those fireworks, for sure.  Yup, I'm gonna pee all over 'em and put 'em right out.

Although...

Although on the other paw...

On the other paw, like I said before, fireworks are super scary so I think I'll send Peepers, instead.

Now to explain to the peep she might need to go 'round the neighbourhood, peein' on peeps' fireworks tonight.

MOUSES!

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And remember:

IF IN DOUBT,

DON'T. GO. OUT.

Continue to practice SOCIAL DISTANCIN' measures

AND KEEP WASHIN' YOUR PAWS.

MOUSES!

Remember to mask up, too.

happy birthday!

Happy Birthday to me...

Happy Birthday to me...

HAPPY BIRTHDAY dear ME...

Happy Birthday...

To...

Ooooooooo...

M...

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

It is so.

Yes it is.

Is too.

Okay, so maybe it isn't.

MOUSES!

But Peepers, as a Canadian Kitty, Canada Day SHOULD be about me.  If Canada is havin' a birthday, I, Seville the Cat - a kitty who is one hundred percent and TOTALLY Canadian - should be havin'...

It's not the same thing, you say, huh?

Awww...  MOUSES!

*sighs*

*sighs again but more LOUDLY*

Fine.

So Ms. Know-it-all-Peeperoni-Peepers, tell me this:  Is there a special birthday song for Canada on Canada Day?

The National Anthem?

Nah, that can't be right.  Peeps sing the Canadian National Anthem three hundred and sixty-five days of the year.  Three hundred and sixty-six, in years divisible by four.  The National Anthem can't be used as a birthday song, too.  I mean, no one can have a birthday every day of the year.  That's just about the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard.

Boy-oh-boy, Peepers.  You sure do come up with some doozies.

MOUSES!

No, The Birthday Song, it is.

Only, you know..,  The Birthday Song for Canada, instead of for me.

I guess.

MOUSES!

But all is not lost there, Peepers, 'cause you know what?

You don't?

Well let me tell you what's what.

Canada Day is a day for CELEBRATIN', for sure.  Canada's one hundred and fifty-first birthday is a day for celebratin' like...  LIKE A HUNDRED AND FIFTY-ONE TIMES!

And do you know what one has when one is celebratin'?

Cake, you say?

Huh.  Right.  Unless it's a tuna fish cake with nippy cream cheese frostin', I'm not interested.  Cake is not what I was thinkin' about there, Peepers.  No sirree.

I was thinkin' more along the lines of...

Fireworks?

MOST CERTAINLY NOT.  I, Seville the Cat, am not a fan of fireworks of any kind.  Fireworks are scary as all get out.  We cats have very sensitive ears, you see, and...

Picnics and BBQs?  And neighbourhood family gatherings?

What the mouses do you think I am, Peepers?  A DOG?

MOUSES!

No Peepers, for celebratin', we have...

THE NIP.

Yup, when celebratin', we have catnip, for sure.  That's right.  Canada is havin`a birthday, and there's no better way for a kitty to celebrate Canada's one hundred and fifty-first birthday than for a kitty to get out the catnip, and GET HIMSELF NIPPED.

MOUSES!

No, Peepers.  No.  No, you may not have any of my nip.  Go drink your lemonade.  Or whatever that stupid stuff is.

MOUSES!

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HAPPY CANADA DAY EVERYBODY!

And just for fun, I've turned the three pictures from this here blog post into jigsaw puzzles!  Click HERE for the first one, HERE for the second, and HERE for the third.  ENJOY!