Hmmph! Now who the mouses thought this would be a good idea? I mean, who? WHO? WHO?
Oh hello there, my friends. How are ya? You caught me...
No, you did not catch me callin' for owls although truth be told, I can totally see how you might be thinkin' that. You know, with my callin' out who and stuff.
No, you did not catch me callin' for owls although truth be told, I can totally see how you might be thinkin' that. You know, with my callin' out who and stuff.
Pardon me? What's that? Am I...?
No, I'm not callin' to peeps livin' in Whoville, either.
Truth be told, I'm just sittin' here, starin' out my office window. Starin' and starin' and starin', and noticin' that even with all my starin', ALL I CAN SEE IS SNOW.
That's right, my friends, Mother Nature has gone and...
OH YEAH.... That's the answer. You know, the answer to my question. My question 'bout who the mouses thought dumpin' two feet of snow all over my yard was a good idea. It was Mother Nature, that's who.
But it most definitely was NOT a good idea. MOUSES!
There should be a law or somethin'. Really, there should. No one's mother should be dumpin' snow like that in anyone's yard. MOUSES!
You ever think to yourself, you should just go smacky-paw somebody? Smacky-paw 'em in the face, just because? Maybe 'cause they looked at you funny? Or maybe 'cause they stole your nip mouse or somethin'?
Yeah, well that's what I'd like to do that natural mother, for sure. MOUSES!
Why, a kitty needs a pair of snowshoes just to get around out there. MOUSES!
Well technically, two pair, but that is neither here nor there Or even hare.
Hare... Snow... Snowshoe hares... Get it? Hehehehee...
Hare... Snow... Snowshoe hares... Get it? Hehehehee...
But seriously folks, if a kitty were to try walkin' around in my yard right now, a kitty would sink right down into two feet of snow. Well technically, the kitty would probably just sink down to his tummy, and then kind of hang there, floatin' on the snow, in mid-air. Or mid-hare! HAHA!
Oh my mouses, I'm KILLIN' it here!
And speakin' of hares, have you seen Peep #1's HAIR?
After gettin' all bundled up to do some shovellin' through all of that snow yesterday, the first peep is sportin' a serious case of hat head, for sure. And let me tell you somethin', IT IS NOT A PRETTY SIGHT. MOUSES!
What's that, Peepers? What am I tellin' everyone? What am I sayin' about your hair?
Nothin'.
Anyway...
Back to that snow. It's everywhere. I've looked out every single window, both upstairs and down. I've even had the peeps openin' doors for me. Both front and back. Yup, I had 'em open 'em up, multiple times. And each and every time, everywhere, all there was, was snow. Snow! Up, down, all around... SNOW. There's white stuff as far as the eye can see.
I spy with my little eye, somethin' that is white.
And the answer would be... MY ENTIRE YARD. MOUSES!
Of course, it's not as bad as it was on Monday. At least today there's some sky.
The thing is, peeps don't realize just how annoyin' all this snow is for kitties like me. I mean, sometimes, EVEN IN WINTER, I like to do garden patrols and whatnot. But in this snow, garden patrols are out of the question, for sure. Oh yeah, I could patrol along one of those paths with the two or three foot walls of snow, the peep has dug. Yeah, I could do that. I could, I suppose... But...
BUT THEY'RE JUST TOO DARNED SCARY! You can't see anywhere but ahead. You never know who you might meet up with in one of 'em, and that, my friends, is for sure.
And even more to the point, none of 'em go where I wanna go.
I told the peep, yesterday. I told her, "Oh Peepers, dig me a path, please, all around the garden out back."
Well Peep #1 looked at me like I was crazy or somethin'. Like I was the one goin' around in public with that case of hat head. MOUSES!
And then, get this. She said, "If you want a path all the way out there, Seville, you need to dig it yourself."
Yeah, she said it just like that. I half expected a na-na-na-na-na-na at the end.
Well let me tell you, my friends, I nearly fainted right there on the spot. "Are you crazy or somethin', woman?" I said. "I, Seville the Cat, am a cat, and shovellin' is beneath me, for sure. MOUSES!"
Next thing I knew, she was out the door, and the path I requested has not yet been dug. And I'm kind of thinkin' it's not in the works, either. MOUSES!
Oh my mouses, I'm KILLIN' it here!
And speakin' of hares, have you seen Peep #1's HAIR?
After gettin' all bundled up to do some shovellin' through all of that snow yesterday, the first peep is sportin' a serious case of hat head, for sure. And let me tell you somethin', IT IS NOT A PRETTY SIGHT. MOUSES!
What's that, Peepers? What am I tellin' everyone? What am I sayin' about your hair?
Nothin'.
Anyway...
Back to that snow. It's everywhere. I've looked out every single window, both upstairs and down. I've even had the peeps openin' doors for me. Both front and back. Yup, I had 'em open 'em up, multiple times. And each and every time, everywhere, all there was, was snow. Snow! Up, down, all around... SNOW. There's white stuff as far as the eye can see.
I spy with my little eye, somethin' that is white.
And the answer would be... MY ENTIRE YARD. MOUSES!
Of course, it's not as bad as it was on Monday. At least today there's some sky.
The thing is, peeps don't realize just how annoyin' all this snow is for kitties like me. I mean, sometimes, EVEN IN WINTER, I like to do garden patrols and whatnot. But in this snow, garden patrols are out of the question, for sure. Oh yeah, I could patrol along one of those paths with the two or three foot walls of snow, the peep has dug. Yeah, I could do that. I could, I suppose... But...
BUT THEY'RE JUST TOO DARNED SCARY! You can't see anywhere but ahead. You never know who you might meet up with in one of 'em, and that, my friends, is for sure.
And even more to the point, none of 'em go where I wanna go.
I told the peep, yesterday. I told her, "Oh Peepers, dig me a path, please, all around the garden out back."
Well Peep #1 looked at me like I was crazy or somethin'. Like I was the one goin' around in public with that case of hat head. MOUSES!
And then, get this. She said, "If you want a path all the way out there, Seville, you need to dig it yourself."Yeah, she said it just like that. I half expected a na-na-na-na-na-na at the end.
Well let me tell you, my friends, I nearly fainted right there on the spot. "Are you crazy or somethin', woman?" I said. "I, Seville the Cat, am a cat, and shovellin' is beneath me, for sure. MOUSES!"
Next thing I knew, she was out the door, and the path I requested has not yet been dug. And I'm kind of thinkin' it's not in the works, either. MOUSES!
