Christmas and New Year's are long gone, now. Even Little Christmas has passed. The holidays are all over for another year and it's time to get back to business, for sure.
This is a new year and it's bringin' a lot of changes to my house. There are so many things I need to do.
For starters, I need to get workin' on my campaign for the Senate. I have some super great ideas to implement. I have some of the best ideas the Senate has heard of or seen in a very long time. Now all I've gotta do is get myself appointed. MOUSES!
And speakin' of the Senate and campaigns and whatnot, I should just clarify somethin'. Here in Canada, Senators are not elected. They're appointed by the Prime Minister. Well technically, they're appointed by the Governor General after bein'
recommended by the Prime Minister. Recommended, summoned, whatever... So I don't need to win an election. I just need to be recommended.
But I still need to mount a campaign of sorts. Not a campaign for an election but rather, a campaign to help the Prime Minister see the wisdom of appointin' me, Nerissa the Cat, to the Canadian Senate. MOUSES!
If you wanna help with this here campaign of mine, please feel free to contact the Prime Minister of Canada and let him know what you think. Feel free to tweet him, give him a call or even send him a letter.
If you're tweetin', please remember to include the hashtag #Niss4Senate. I appear to be the only one usin' this hashtag at the mo. I'm pretty sure it will be more effective once it starts trendin' but I kinda think that in order for it to trend, there has to be more than just me usin' it. You know?
And if you should choose to go the
snail mail route, I just wanna say that this form of mail doesn't really travel at the speed of snails. It's more like that of a turtle, I should think. Turtles, tortoises, whatever... Does anyone really know the difference? Does anyone really care? Probably the turtles and tortoises do but what about the rabbits and hares?
I'm bettin' that you're all wonderin' what ideas I intend to bring forth once appointed to the Senate. I have a list of stuff. A to-do list, of sorts. Gonna reveal those things in future posts right here on Nerissa's Life. As loyal readers of my blog, you'll be the very first to know. Pretty exciting, for sure.
Are you wonderin' what other things I have in store for the new year? Well...
Well I'm gonna start crackin' the whip with the peeps. They've been slackin'. Slackin' BIG time. Time for me to put a stop to their ridiculous behavior.
Now that the hustle and bustle of the holidays is over, the peeps need to start puttin' their paws to better use. Better use than what they were doin' with their paws before the holidays, for sure.
There was a lot of baking going on at my house in the weeks prior to Christmas and do you know what? Not a single one of those recipes used nip as a main ingredient.
Not a single one. MOUSES!
That kind of behaviour has gotta stop. If Peep #1 wants to bake, at least half of the recipes she uses should include nip. I'm thinkin' that's more than fair. I mean, we cats outnumber the peeps in this house so technically,
more than half the recipes should include the nip but I'm tryin' to go easy on the peep... FOR NOW. We can always renegotiate nip percentages, next year.
Secondly, there has been way too much knittin' goin' on. That's gonna have to stop.
To be fair, much of the knittin' prior to the holidays was elfin' work being done for Santa and those knitted biff bags and mice
were stuffed with nip so, of course, knittin' of that sort may continue as much as desired.
Any kind of knittin' that includes nip is a-okay in my books.
But scarves? And sweaters? I don't wear scarves nor do I wear sweaters so stuff like that is just a waste of good yarn. Plus, Peep #1 has a tendency to knit scarves usin' lacy patterns. Oh sure, they
look pretty and whatnot but do you know that you get when you try to stuff a lacy scarf with nip? You get an empty scarf and a whole bunch of nip, lyin' on the floor. I can attest to that from my own personal experience.
And if you try to play with said lacy scarf, you get scolded. I can attest to that, too. Yup, I can attest to that, for sure. MOUSES!
Now if the peep starts knittin' comfy blankies, we can talk. Especially if those blankies are stuffed with the nip.
Of course, my sister Mason made a New Year's Resolution to learn how to knit, this year. Well technically, I made that resolution for her but it's still a resolution and it's still for the new year so it still counts. Mason can knit all she likes. I have faith that
she will put her newly acquired knittin' skills to good use. I have faith that whatever Mason knits will include the nip. MOUSES!
The peep needs to start puttin' her paws to better use. I'm thinkin'... chin tickles, behind-the-ear scritches and tummy rubs. And that's just for starters.
With the new year we have new episodes of Murdoch Mysteries. And Downton Abbey is back on PBS. Gotta love shows like those 'cause they provide quality cuddlin' time with the peeps. Nothin' like spendin' a few hours with your peeps while they tickle your chin and rub your tummy. That's gotta be one of the best ways to spend an evenin', for sure.
I suppose I shouldn't monopolise all the peep's time, though. Peep #1 does need to get back to workin' on her own writing. She'll never be as prolific a writer as I but still, she needs at least a few hours of computer time a week if she's ever gonna finish that book of hers.
And she needs to take the Christmas tree down, too. Like I said, the holidays are over now for the year but the Christmas tree in the livin' room is still up. We cats have been
tryin' to help by knockin' down some of the breakable rollables every now and then. Every day we knock down a few more but the peep, bein' a peep, keeps putting 'em back up. What a peep.
The Christmas tree went up late last year so I'm bettin' it will come down late, too. I wonder if the peep will get it down by Valentine's Day. Valentine's Day, I can handle but it had better be down by Easter. Easter is just way too late. MOUSES!
Hey there, Peepers! Can you lend me a paw for a mo?
