I said, HOLD STILL!

Hold still, I said.

HOLD STILL!

HOLD STILL YOU BIG OL' STUPID BALL OF HOT AIR.

Oh for the love of mouses.

HOLD STILL!

I'm tellin' ya, if you ever hire a model from Craig's List, make sure said model has the necessary qualifications before hirin' them.

Necessary qualifications as in...  You know...  HOLDIN' STILL.

MOUSES!

Lookie here, you big ball of hothin' but air, I'm gonna make you hold still if it's the last thing I do.  That's right.  Even if it's the very last thing I do, I'm gonna make you hold still, for sure, and...

Oh-oh...

Well that didn't work out as planned.

Maybe I shoulda let the peep clip my claws last night, after all.

MOUSES!

Hmmm...

Well I'll just have to make do with the few shots I managed to get before...

Well...

You know...

The big bang.

MOUSES!

Okeydoke, so here we go.

I'M HAVIN' ANOTHER GIVEAWAY!


Yes Sirree, I most certainly am.  I'm havin' another giveaway right here on my blog, for sure.

This time, I'm givin' away a lovely paw knitted (ladies) beret-styled hat, with matchin' mittens.

Peep #1 made 'em herself.

With her very own paws!

I mean, hands.

No, I think I mean paws.

So anyway...

So anyway, this lovely paw-knitted set incorporates an open-rib stitch (just like the peep's cowl from last week) and was made usin' a cardinal red Patons Canadiana yarn, which is 100% cuddly-soft acrylic, give or take a loose strand or two of marmalade fur that may or may not have come in contact with the knittin' while I was helpin' the peep with her...  You know...  Knittin'.

Or while I was tryin' to get that stupid ol' model I hired to hold still.

What can I say?  Stuff happens.  MOUSES!

Oh!  OH!  OH!

I almost forgot.  I almost forgot to announce the winner of last week's giveaway.  CAN YOU BELIEVE IT?

So...

So the winner of Peep #1's Knitted Open-Rib Cowl from last week was none other than my pal...

Drum roll, please.

BRIAN!  That's right, the winner of the knitted cowl was Brian from Brian's Home Blog.  CONGRATULATIONS BRIAN!  This cowl should keep you toasty warm this winter, for sure.

And now...

Now for the details as to how to enter my giveaway.

This giveaway is open worldwide, and there is no cost to enter.  All one needs to do is leave a comment on this here blog post.  And if for some reason Blogger won't let you comment, please let me know over on my Facebook fan page, or on Twitter, and I'll leave a comment for you.

The contest period is approximately six days.  At 10 pm Atlantic time, on Tuesday December 19th, 2017, Peep #1 will draw ONE name from all the comments, and that peep or anipal will be the lucky winner of a lovely paw-knitted beret-styled hat with matchin' mittens, knitted usin' cardinal red Patons Canadiana yarn.

BUT THAT'S NOT ALL!

Nope, no sirree.  That is not all, at all, because...

BECAUSE...

Okay, so we have some minor technical difficulties regardin' part number two.

And when I say number two, it has NOTHIN' to do with anythin' one might find in a litter box.  Although truth be told, those aforementioned technical difficulties have been givin' the peep quite the potty mouth the last week or so, for sure.

MOUSES!

Remember how last week, I wanted to give EVERYONE a gift?  How I wanted to give EVERYONE a little somethin', even if they weren't the winner of the actual giveaway?  And remember how Peep #1 gave me her pattern for her Open-Rib Cowl, sayin' I could give it away to all my readers?

Well she did say that, and she did do it, too.  But the link for the pdf file keeps expirin' and it's drivin' Peep #1 'round the bend.

Yeah, even more so than usual.

MOUSES!

So...

So this is what the peep and I have decided to do.

Peep #1 is still gonna give all my readers the patterns for both her knitted Open-Rib Beret-Styled Hat and Open-Rib Mittens, which is kinda neat, 'cause they match the cowl pattern from last week, PURRfectly.  But she's still strugglin' with those moused-up pdf files, so the patterns aren't available just yet.

But they will be, soon!

And when she sorts everythin' out, instead of postin' the links to the files here in this blog post, she's gonna create a "page" up at the top of my blog called Knittin' with Kittens, or somethin' like that.  That way, if the links keep expirin', at least they'll all be together in one place for her to put in new ones.

And in the meantime, Peep #1 told me to let everyone know that the hat and mittens EACH take one 100g ball of Canadiana yarn, so if you're thinkin' of makin' the cowl, hat, and mittens, and want 'em all to match, you'll need four balls in total.

One last thing.

Be sure to check back here, Wednesday December 20th, 2017, 'cause that's when I'll be announcin' the winner of the paw-knitted hat and mittens, right here on my blog.  And don't forget to check in this Sunday, for the conclusion of my Christmas adventure.  Paws crossed I can find my way out of that miniature train I managed to get myself trapped in.  MOUSES!

knittin' with kittens

Want some help there, Peepers?

Hmmm...

Oh Peepers, you want some help?

HMMM...

You know, Peepers, it's not nice to ignore a kitty, ESPECIALLY when said kitty is offerin' his help.  MOUSES!

So...

SO YOU WANT SOME HELP THERE, OL' FIRST PEEP OF MINE?

What?  What's that look for?  Peepers, I don't think I like that look you're givin' me, at all.

Okay, well now you're just bein' rude.

I SAID, NOW YOU'RE JUST BEIN' RUDE.  It's not nice to laugh at a kitty, Peepers, ESPECIALLY when said kitty is offerin' his help.  MOUSES!

What do you MEAN my helpin' you with your knittin' isn't actually helpin'?

And if I'm not helpin', what am I doin'?

DON'T ANSWER THAT.

MOUSES!

Hey Peepers...  CATCH!

Well don't just sit there, Peepers.  Go fetch your ball of yarn.  I'll give you a hint.  It rolled under the pink chair over there.

OF COURSE my tossin' your ball of yarn is helpin' you with your knittin'.  Don't be so silly, Peepers.  Haven't you ever heard 'bout how peeps shouldn't sit about in one place for extended periods of time?  It's good for you to get up and stretch, now and then.  Get up and stretch while fetchin' that ol' ball of yarn.

Oh, don't give me that look, Peepers.  Deep down you KNOW I'm helpin' you out, for sure.  Now be a good peep and paw me over a couple of needles.  I'd like to try my paw at some actual knittin', too.

Okeydoke.  So uh...  So what are we knittin'?  Biff bags?  Nip hearts?  Some other kinda knitted nip toy?

You're knittin' a what?

A WHAT?

You're knittin' a cowl, you say?

Hmmm...

That anythin' like a chicken, Peepers?  You know...  Cowl... Fowl...

And where are you plannin' on puttin' the nip stuffin'?  Now if you were knittin' up a turkey...  Well turkeys get stuffed all the time, don't they?  But chickens?  Chickens, I'm not too sure about, so...

What do you MEAN a cowl has nothin' to do with chickens?

MOUSES!

Although truth be told, what you're knittin' really doesn't look like any kinda bird I've ever seen before.

And by the way, it doesn't taste like bird, either.

How do I know what it tastes like, you ask?

Well...

Oh, DON'T LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT.  You know perfectly well that I like to slobber over your yarn while you're knittin'.  I've done it before, and I'll do it again.  The fact that I just did it a few minutes ago should come as no surprise, at all.

MOUSES!

Just IGNORE the slobbery wet bits of yarn, Peepers, and keep on knittin'.


I'm tellin' ya, it's like havin' to spoon-feed a kitten.

MOUSES!

Okeydoke, so what are we knittin' again?  Some kinda non-chicken, non-fowl cowl?

Yeah, 'cause who wouldn't want one of those?

WAIT A MINUTE.

Those cowl things.  Those are the things peeps wear 'round their necks in the winter.  Peeps wear 'em to keep warm and toasty when goin' out in the snow.

You know, instead of wearin' a collar.

Hmmm...

So Peepers, for whom are you knittin' this cowl?

You are?

YOU ARE?

You're knittin' the cowl for me?

MOUSES!

WAIT A MINUTE.

Wait a mousie mousin' mouses minute.  I'm a cat.  Cats don't wear cowls.  Why, this here particular cat doesn't even wear a collar!

You're what?

You're knittin' the cowl for me to give away to one of my readers?

Well that's mighty nice of you there, Peepers.  Kinda like a Christmas gift, huh?

But...

But Peepers, I have more than one follower on my blog.  More than one pal reads it.  You can't give one cowl to one of 'em, and absolutely nothin' to all the others.  You're gonna have to start knittin' a bit faster there, Peepers.  A whole lot faster, for sure.  I mean, you're gonna have to knit dozens of those cowls.  Maybe even hundreds.  Maybe even...

YOU'RE WHAT?

You're givin' the pattern for the cowl away, too?  And EVERYONE can have the pattern?  Everyone who wants it can download it for free?  As a special gift to ALL of my readers, just from me?

Peepers, what can I say?  You've really outdone yourself this time.  Why...  Why...  WHY...

WHY I'M SPEECHLESS, for sure.

And you know that doesn't happen too often.

MOUSES!



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Okeydoke.  Now for the knitty-gritty stuff 'bout this giveaway..   KNITTY....  Nitty spelled with a k 'cause of knittin'.  Hehehehehe...

Anyway, so now for the details.

This giveaway is open worldwide, and there is no cost to enter.  All one needs to do is leave a comment on this here blog post.  And if for some reason Blogger won't let you comment, please let me know over on my Facebook fan page, or on Twitter, and I'll leave a comment for you.

The contest period is approximately six days.  At 10 pm Atlantic time, on Tuesday December 12th, 2017, Peep #1 will draw ONE name from all the comments, and that peep or anipal will be the winner of a lovely paw-knitted, 60-inch cardinal red cowl, knitted in Patons Canadiana yarn.

BUT THAT'S NOT ALL!

Nope, no sirree.  That is not all, at all, because...

Because it turns out that EVERYONE gets a gift, for sure.  Peep #1 is GIVIN' AWAY HER PATTERN for this lovely cowl.  So if you can knit, you can knit one of your very own!  All you need do is click on PEEP #1'S KNITTED OPEN-RIB COWL  and download your very own copy of the pattern, in a handy-dandy, ready-to-print, little ol' pdf file.  MOUSES!

And on Wednesday December 13th, 2017, I'll be announcin' the winner of the paw-knitted cowl right here on my blog, and I'll also be offerin' another giveaway for a matchin' hat and mittens.  You'll be wantin' to check back with my blog that day, for sure.  MOUSES!

already?

What?  WHAT?  What the mousie mousin' mouses...

WHAT?

MOUSES!

Peepers, what do you MEAN it's already December?  What do you MEAN you forgot to flip the calendar from November?  What do you MEAN it's not your fault?

Oh for the love of mouses.  Of COURSE it's your fault.

MOUSES!

I'm tellin' ya, if I don't remind Peep #1 to do stuff, she never does any of it, at all.  And now, here it is December 3rd, and I'm already like ten weeks behind.  Ten weeks behind for Christmas.

MOUSES!

Okay, so maybe it's closer to three days, than ten weeks, but still...

MOUSES!

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

If I didn't know it was already December, what month did I think it was, you ask?  Well November, of course.  Just like the calendar was sayin'.

Peepers, I knew it was Sunday.  I knew it was a postin' day.  What I didn't know was that it was the first postin' day of December.

MOUSES!

Here it is December 3rd, and I still have to write my letter to Santa.  I still have to help you decorate the tree.  I still have to finish my post for my December giveaway.  I still have to...

Oh my mouses!  PEEPERS!  Do you have those pictures ready for me to use?

YOU DON'T?

MOUSES!

Peepers, do you have those pdf files ready for me to use?

YOU DON'T?

MOUSES!

For the love of mouses.  If a cat wants stuff done in this house, a cat has to do all said stuff ALL by himself.

MOUSES!

So Peepers, what exactly do you have ready for me?

Uh-huh, uh-huh...  Okay...  At least that's a start, I suppose.  Not a very good start, but a start, nonetheless.  I guess it's the best start I can expect, comin' from a peep like you.

Hmmm...

Peepers, do you think you could have those pdf files ready for me to use on Wednesday?

Which Wednesday, you ask?  THIS Wednesday, of course.  Why do you have to make things so difficult?  WHY?

And Peepers, do you think you could haul out the Christmas tree and decorations, tonight, so that we could...

What?  WHAT?  What's that you're babblin' on about now?

Nothin'.  Nothin' at all.  The Christmas tree decoratin' has absolutely nothin' to do with my writin' my blog post for Wednesday.  But a kitty likes to bat around a bauble or two when searchin' for inspiration, you see, and...

On the other paw, never mind about that.  Some things are best kept to oneself, I believe.

Okay, so here's the plan, Peep.  Tonight, I'm gonna write my letter to Santa and stuff.  That could take a while, I suppose.  Then tomorrow, I would be much obliged if you would mail my letter, please.

And right after you take my letter to the post office, I need you takin' those pictures.  You know, the ones I was talkin' about, earlier.  And I need you gettin' those files ready for me to use, too.

Then on Wednesday, I'm GONNA be postin' about part one of my Christmas giveaway.
O-KAY?  That's on Wednesday, Peepers.  Wednesday of this week.  That's only a few days away.  The day after the day after tomorrow, it is.  W E D N E S D A Y.  You got that, ol' peepage of mine?

Peepage...

Heheheheh...

Okay, even I have to admit that sounds a little off.  Kinda sounds like somethin' that might be septic and seepin', and possibly creepin', and...

Okay, that's not very Christmassy at all.

MOUSES!

Hmmm...

Okay, so bottom line is this, Peepers.  I need those files ready by Wednesday.  Wednesday of this week.  I need the photos ready, too.  And I need you to...

HMMM...

You know, I wonder...

I wonder if I asked Santa really nicely...  If I asked him really, REALLY nicely, if he would bring me a peep upgrade.  Or an upgraded peep.  Whichever is easiest to find.  A peep who knows how to take pictures, and do up pdf files, and more to the point, a peep who gets things done on time.  And I wonder if he'd bring me my little prezzie, early.  Early as in by Wednesday of this week, and...

Oh my mouses!  If I'm gonna be askin' Santa for that, I'm gonna have to get my letter written to him, lickety-split.  Lickety-split as in like yesterday, for sure.  Or at least by tonight. 

MOUSES!

out of the batter bowl

"LOOK OUT!" Rushton yelled as Seville walked past the kitchen door. Seville turned in the direction of his brother's voice just in time to receive a paw-full of goopy, gooey, pasty batter in his face.

"What the mouses?" Seville sputtered, spitting out lumps of batter as he spoke.  "What the mouses are you two long-haired marmie boys up to?"

"Sorry about that," Anderson apologized, padding over to Seville.  He wiped what batter he could from Seville's face with a paw.  Drawing the paw to his mouth, he sniffed.  Then he licked it and screwed up his face. "Tastes good, Rushy, but you were right.  It is kind of lumpy."

Seville looked from Anderson to Rushton and then back to Andy once again.  "I'll ask once more. What the mouses are you two up to?  Whose idea was this here food fight, anyway?  I thought you were working on your book reports for Kitty Lit. 101!  You know, your reports about Linda Reilly's latest book, Out of the Dying Pan."

"We were.  I mean, we are," Rushton answered, rather matter of factly.

"It's true, Seville," piped up Andy.  "We're doing what one calls a reenactment of one of the scenes in the book.  Checking out how realistic it is and stuff."

"Turns out the scene was very realistic," added Rushton.  "I can totally see something like that escalating to flying batter and things, just like in the book.  Andy and I proved it and everything."

Seville rolled his eyes before saying, "When Peep #1 finds out about this..."

"Oh she already knows," explained Andy.  "Said something about us driving her crazy which is absolutely ridiculous as neither one of us can drive."

Seville pursed his lips, partially closed his eyes allowing them to glaze over, and shuddered.

"You okay there, bro?" Andy asked.  Without waiting for a response he continued with, "So anyway, now that we've proven that the book's batter scene in the kitchen really could happen..."

"Which we already knew but simply felt the need to prove," added Rushton.

"Now we can go type up our reports for Professor Lyon," finished Anderson.  "You have yours done already, Seville?"

"Had mine done ages ago and it's a good thing, too, 'cause I'm looking at this kitchen and thinkin' that SOMEONE is gonna have to do a little cleaning."

"I think Peep #1 will clean it up when she gets back from crazy, wherever that is," said Andy.

Rushton stared at Seville for a moment before asking, "Don't you want to know why we needed to do this reenactment, Seville?"

"Uh actually...  NO."

"Sure you do.  Don't you think Seville wants to know, Andy? Don't answer that, Anderson.  It was what one calls a rhetorical question," and Rushton settled back on his haunches before continuing.  "Anyway, Andy and I were discussing the various relationships in Linda Reilly's latest book, Out of the Dying Pan.  The various relationships between the characters and stuff."

"And by stuff," Anderson butted in, "he means food.  Deep fried food like fish as, as you know, the main character Talia owns and operates a restaurant serving such things.  Things like fish.  And meatballs too!"  Anderson turned to Rushton to add, "We need to try making those Deep Fried Meatballs, Rushy.  Recipe is in the back of the book."

"As I was saying," Rushton scowled at his brother, "the book has a lot of relationships.  Some fairly simple and others far more complex.  Relationships between the various characters and..."

"And food.  Don't forget the food," Andy reminded Rushy.  "But also scarves."

Seville sat down, closed his eyes, and lay his head in his paws.  "I can't believe these two cats are my brothers," he muttered.  "Clearly, they were adopted."

"Andy does have a point about the scarves," Rushton agreed.  "There are two scarves.  The smoky smelly one that Martha is always wearing and then the.. uh..  the murder weapon.  You know, the one Talia made for her grandmother."

"Which is another relationship," Anderson said.  "You know, the relationship Talia had with her grandmother when she was growing up.  How she loved her and made her that lovely scarf as a gift..."

"Which then showed up with the victim, before the victim was an actual victim," continued Rushton. "That has got to make one wonder if there was a relationship between the victim and Talia, right?  Might even make the police look at Talia as the killer."

"Yeah," Andy butted in, "because Talia already had a relationship with the police.  After all, she did find a dead body in Linda Reilly's first book, not long before Out of the Dying Pan takes place. This is the second time she has done that so when you think about it, she's developing a rather interesting association - or relationship - with the police.  And then there's the relationships between the victim and Talia and the victim and her mother and the victim and..."

"And the relationships between the shop owners with one another," added Rushton.  "Also the relationships between Talia and her adorable calico kitty and then that Siamese kitty and the victim had a relationship which leads to the exposure of some other relationships and...  Oh!  And keep in mind, all of these relationships are exposed throughout the book, one at a time, so you never know which ones are simply fun or interesting or related to the crime.  Plus, the relationships make the storyline multi-dimensional."

"Excuse me," Seville interjected, "but can someone please explain what all of this has to do with your whipping up a batch of batter and having a food fight in the kitchen?  Anyone? Anyone at all?"

"Um..." and Rushton looked upwards at the ceiling.  "Oh wow.  Look at that.  Which one of us threw batter all the way up there?  It hit the fan and everything."

Anderson looked down at a paw and began to study a claw with great concentration.

Rushton scratched behind an ear.  "Well we really just wanted to see what being in a food fight would be like as neither one of us had ever been in one before.  Ours went a little further..."

Andy tapped Rushton on a shoulder.  "Actually, ours went a lot further than the one in the book.  No batter hit the ceiling in Out of the Dying Pan."

"True," Rushton nodded in agreement.  "But at the time, it seemed like a good experience to have. And you have to admit, Seville, that the characters involved in the smaller and..."  He gazed about the kitchen.  "...and not nearly so messy incident in the book did all share relationships both to Talia and to one another and..."

"THERE WERE NO FOOD FIGHTS IN THE BOOK!" Seville hollered.

"But there was that scene involving some arguing and batter and some of the batter did end up on someone's shoe."

"MOUSES!" cried Seville.

"No, there were no mice Seville," Andy frowned.

Seville slapped a paw to his mouth.  "Tell me you didn't..."

"Didn't what?" asked Rushton.

"Tell me you didn't go and get your lumpy batter on that extra-special, super-duper autographed copy of Out of the Dying Pan that Linda Reilly offered to GIVE AWAY to one of the readers of my blog.  Where is it?  Andy?  Rushy?" and Seville looked frantically around the kitchen.  "With all this batter flying about...  WE CAN'T GIVE AWAY A DAMAGED COPY!"

"Don't be ridiculous," chastised Rushton.  "We wouldn't do a thing like that.  The autographed copy of Out of the Dying Pan is tucked safely away, where it will remain until your blog's GIVEAWAY is over and someone wins it.  We would never let it get damaged in our little food fight.  NEVER."


"Little?" and Andy raised an eyebrow.

"Little," Rushton answered firmly.  "And that's exactly what you will say if questioned by the peeps.  Got that?"

"Got it," Anderson nodded before turning to his other brother.  "Seville, you really should tell everyone about the giveway.  Tell them how to enter and stuff.  Your readers will want to know.  Or...  Or do you want me to do it? I can, you know.  I can definitely do that.  Here goes."

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Linda Reilly is giving away an AUTOGRAPHED copy of Out of the Dying Pan to one lucky reader. To enter, simply leave a comment on this blog post before midnight, Atlantic time, on Sunday May 29th, 2016.  The winner will be selected by random drawing on Monday May 30th.  Contest is open world-wide, unless prohibited by law.  No purchase necessary.

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Out of the Dying Pan is the second book in the Deep Fried Mystery Series written by Seville's pal, Linda Reilly, and published as a Prime Crime Mystery by the Berkley Publishing Group, a division of the Penguin Group.  Connect on-line with Linda through her website, Linda Reilly, or on her Facebook page, Author Linda Reilly.  The cover picture of Linda's book was used with the permission of none other than Linda Reilly, herself.

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Disclaimer:  We received no monetary compensation for this post.  Linda Reilly is giving away a copy of her book to one lucky reader but we cats bought our own copies for Kitty Lit. 101.  Also, all opinions are our own.  MOUSES!

I need one of these, for sure

Oohhh...  OOHHH...  OH MY MOUSES!  I need one of these, for sure.

Peepers...  Oh, Peepers...   Hey, PEEPERS!  Peepers, come on over here for a minute, would you?

Peepers, I need to borrow that credit card of yours. You wanna go get it?

Because I need to. That's reason enough, isn't it?  I mean, it should be.  It is.  Credit card, please.

Well then how 'bout your PayPal password?  That will do.

An Etsy gift card?  They accept those, too.

MOUSES!

Come on Peepers, just look at this.  Let me show you what I found.

Yeah, see?  ISN'T IT WONDERFUL?  It's a Kitty Cat Deco Treat Box and a really cute one, too.  I don't think it comes with any treats but I can take care of that once it arrives.  Oh Peepers, it's so lovely.  It's sooo beautiful.  I need one.  I really do.  I mean, doesn't everybody?

AND LOOK AT ALL THIS OTHER GREAT STUFF!

Now you're getting into the spirit, Peepers!  Isn't this one of the best shops, ever?

Sushi Float is an Etsy Shop run by a good pal of mine, Hatsummo Aries.  Did you know that?  She makes the best fun jewelry and things.  Things like treat boxes, you know?

Oh yeah, cute is right.  Like it says on the site, Sushi Float sells all sorts of handmade "cute Kawaii jewelry and accessories for magical girls."  Kawaii refers to things that are pretty and darling and charming and the like in Japanese popular culture.  I know 'cause I looked it up.

Just look at how adorable these earrings are, Peepers.  And the bracelets...  Aren't they sweet, too? Wouldn't you like a pair of those Kitty Cat Paw Earrings?  You might not be a 'magical girl', Peepers, but you're close enough.  You know, you could order yourself a pair along with one of those cute treat boxes for me.  MOUSES!

And all this great stuff available at Sushi Float is handmade by my pal, Hatsummo Aries.  Isn't that neat?

Oohhh...  And we can order stuff even though we live in Canada!  Yup, it's true.  Sushi Float ships worldwide, you see.

Hang on there a minute, Peepers.  I have to take this call.  It could be important.  Hello?

OH MY MOUSES!

Breaking news...  This just in.  Sushi Float has offered to sponsor a GIVEAWAY right here on my blog.  Right here on Nerissa's Life!  Can you believe it?

Sushi Float will be giving away a lovely collection of cat-inspired items to one lucky reader of Nerissa's Life, the blog.  It's true!  One lucky winner will receive a Doctor Cat Doll, a Doctor Cat Ring, a Chi's Sweet Home Cat Necklace, a Kitty Hair Pin Set and a Moon Kitty Brooch.  Any one of these items would be such a joy to win but someone is gonna win 'em all.  MOUSES!

Entering is as simple as pie.  As simple as a piece of nip pie, to be exact. Just leave a comment right here on my blog, making sure that I have a way to contact you if you win.  Anyone can enter from anywhere in the world unless entering is prohibited by law where you live.

And you can earn EXTRA ENTRIES, too!  Earn an extra entry for liking Sushi Float on Facebook, another for liking Sushi Float on Instagram and a third for liking my Facebook page, Nerissa's Life.  Just leave a separate comment, here on my blog, for each extra entry earned.

Oh my mouses, this is exciting.  I can't wait for one of my readers to win all this great stuff.  But I'll have to wait until 12 noon, Atlantic Time, on Saturday March 19th, 2016 as that's when I'm gonna hold the actual draw.  Yeah, that's when one lucky entry will be drawn to win this amazing prize. The winner will be announced on my blog post the very next day which will be the 20th of March, 2016. MOUSES!

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Please note that I, Seville the Cat, am writing this here blog post because I wanted to do so as a favour for a pal of mine.  All opinions are my own and only mine and have absolutely not been swayed by any offers of compensation or the like.  MOUSES!

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Let me tell you about my peep.  This morning, Peep #1 updated her Facebook status with a comment that really took me by surprise.

Yeah, I know.  What's taking all of you by surprise is that the peep is on Facebook. It sometimes surprises me, too. Surprises me she's allowed over there as let's face it, she's just not all that interesting.  Unlike me, of course.

As you might have guessed, the peep's uninteresting nature is why she doesn't have a fan page as I do.  She doesn't have a fan page like me because she's not famous or anything.

Infamous, maybe..  Nah, just kidding. Bottom line is, the peep doesn't have a fan page because she doesn't have any fans. No need for a fan page when you're fanless, you know?  Of course you do. MOUSES!

What's that, Peepers?  Fanless isn't a word?  Sure it is!  I just invented it right now.  MOUSES!

But back to that status.  On Facebook, the peep described what is known as the Coffee Paradox and she described it almost perfectly.  She said something like, sometimes she needs a cup of coffee to get out of bed in the morning but unfortunately, she needs to get out of bed in order to get the coffee.  See?  A perfect paradox, indeed.

Well almost perfect.  As I so kindly pointed out to Peep #1, her paradox would be even more perfect had it been about nip.  As a cat, I don't drink coffee but nip on the other paw...  You get my point, I am sure.

But then on the other other paw - luckily, as a cat, I have four - if the paradox were about nip and not coffee, it wouldn't be called the Coffee Paradox.  It would be called the Nip Paradox, I suppose. I'll have to think about this one, a little more.

The thing is though, for a brief moment there, I said to myself, "My gosh, Peep #1 really can be quite profound."

Then I answered myself with, "Profound!  The Peep?  Didn't even know she was anti-lost never mind pro found.  MOUSES!"  Well I said something to that effect, I do believe.

Not quite sure what I said on account of my having been nipped, at the time.  MOUSES!

Hey!  It's not my fault that nip mouse was lying there on the floor next to my office chair.  Yes, I may have left it there, last night, but I didn't order it to stay.  MOUSES!

But do you know who really was very profound?  Nissy.  My brother Nissy was the most profound kitty around.

It has been five months, today, since Nissy left us to romp through the great nip fields of Heaven, chasing butterflies.  Five long months.  And his best friend, Herman Tattlecat, wrote the most beautiful tribute to Nissy and published it today, in honour of what he calls Nissy's five month Angelversary. Angelversary...  I like that.  Nissy was an angel on earth so up in Heaven, he'll be one of the finest angels, for sure.

The peep has been a little sad since yesterday, when she started thinking about the fact that it was five months ago when Nissy left us.  She says it seems like just yesterday when she could scoop him up into her arms for cuddles but at the same time, it feels like he's been gone for so very long.  Far too long.  She says that seeing Nissy used to make her heart smile but now, her heart hasn't smiled in a very long time.

But Peep #1 was ever-so-touched by Herman's blog post.  It made her cry, a bit, but that's only because she loved Nissy so much and misses him terribly.  And from reading Herman's blog post, it's very clear that he loved Nissy, too.  They were best pals.  Besties.  Bestest besties, for sure.

Herman's post, "Tribute to Nerissa the Cat," can be found right here on the blog, Kimberley Koz. That's the blog Herman shares with his mum.

I've been thinking about Nissy a lot lately, too.  As you know, Niss and I signed up for Professor Lyon's Kitty Lit. 101 course, last year, and going to school with my brother was such fun.  Now I'm taking the course with my other two brothers, Anderson and Rushton.  Thing is, because those two long-haired marmies are newbies regarding the literary lessons thing, I have to be the big brother now.  The responsible one.  I have to be like Nissy.

And being the big brother is hard when you're supposed to be the big brother to two long-haired marmies who are part Coon.  They're huge!  I'm a fairly good-sized dude, myself, but Andy and Rushy?  Like I said, HUGE.  And they have all that floofy floof, too.  MOUSES!

Sometimes Peep #1 wonders if Anderson really is big cat or instead, a rather small lion.  She says it could go either way.  MOUSES!

But speaking of Professor Lyon's Kitty Lit. course, you are all remembering to enter my giveaway, are you not?  It's easy peasy to do and the prize is absolutely great.  One very lucky reader is going to WIN an AUTOGRAPHED COPY of Fillet of Murder, Linda Reilly's fantabulous book.

All you need do to enter is leave a comment on my post, "fish and chips with a side of trouble," by midnight, Atlantic Time, on Sunday October 4th. Leaving a comment is easy!  Like I said, easy peasy, for sure.  Just remember to do so before Sunday's deadline, okay?

And if, by chance, you are wondering about that side of trouble business, let me put it this way... You've met my two marmie brothers, haven't you?  MOUSES!