Showing posts with label letter to Santa. Show all posts
Showing posts with label letter to Santa. Show all posts

Wednesday, 14 December 2022

typical peep




So here we are in the final ten days before Christmas, and once again...


Once again...


Once again, Peepers is behind schedule on pretty much everythin'.  Cards haven't yet been sent out.  She's still bakin'.  She's still knittin'.   She's still doin' pretty much everythin' that should have been done before.


Typical peep.


MOUSES!


I, on the other paw, have done everythin' I need to do.


'Course, the fact that I don't actually HAVE anythin' to do to prepare for Christmas, helps.


But that's beside the point.  The point is: I, Seville the Cat, am one hundred percent ready for the 25th.  BRING IT ON, I say.  BRING IT ON!  I'm good to go.  I'm organised and whatnot.  I'm...


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


I ALREADY ADMITTED I didn't actually have anythin' to do to prepare for Christmas.  Fact is, though, preparations to do or not, I'M all ready for the big day.


Unlike you.


MOUSES!


But wait a minute!  I did have one thing to do.  I had my letter to write to Santa, and I wrote that weeks and weeks ago.  Well, two weeks ago, to be exact.  I wrote it on December 1st as I always do; and then I put it in an envelope which I gave to you to take to the post office.  You remember that, Peepers?  Huh?  HUH?  So you see?  I DID have somethin' to do to prepare for Christmas and I, Seville the Cat, bein' an exceptionally well-organised kitty, managed to get that all done on time, and...


Peepers, what's that funny look on your face?  You eat a bad mouse or somethin' like that?


Yeah, I know, you don't eat mice.  So uh...  So did you get into a bad batch of the nip?


Not that catnip is ever bad but sometimes it gets adulterated with mint or lavender or - Heaven help us - citrus.


MOUSES!


So anyway, Peepers, why do you have that funny look on your face?  Maybe you're constipated.  Need more fibre in your diet?  You really should eat a mouse, then, fur and all.  That'll get your insides movin', for sure.


Okay, so now your face is turnin' kinda green.


MOUSES!


Peepers, if you're gonna cough up a hairball or somethin', DON'T DO IT ANYWHERE NEAR ME.


'Cause that would make ME queasy, for sure.


MOUSES!


What?  What's that, Peepers?  Speak up there, would ya?  I know you're babblin' on about somethin' but I can't make heads nor tails of....


YOU WHAT?  YOU WHAT?  YOU FORGOT TO MAIL MY LETTER TO SANTA?


Of all the no-good, good-for-nothin' peeps.


If a kitty wants somethin' done, a kitty needs to do it himself.


DON'T BLAME ME if the phone bill is extra big this month.  Not my fault I have to go and phone Santa instead of writin'.  And it's not my fault I'll probably be put on hold for like an hour or two and then, when I finally do get through, I'll need to have a chat with my pal Rudolph 'cause we haven't had a good chat in ages.  And I'll probably need to chat with Mrs Claus, too, on account of her enjoyin' chattin' with me so very much.  Don't go blamin' me, Peepers.  I'M not the one who forgot to go to the post office.


Typical peep.


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.

Sunday, 3 December 2017

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!

Wednesday, 30 November 2016

jingle bells

Jingle bells, Santa smells...

Wait a minute.  I CAN'T WRITE THAT! Cats have ended up on Santa's naughty list for far less.  MOUSES!

Oh hello there, my friends.  You caught me workin' on revising another Christmas song.

But now that I think about it, perhaps I should set that aside and work on the most important...

Hold on.  I sense inspiration coming.  Wait for it...

It's the most wonderful time of the year.

Scratch that.

It's the most important letter of the year.

Better.

That's right!  It's that time again. I need to write the most important letter of the year.  I need to write my letter to Santa Claus.  MOUSES!

You all have your letters written?  If not, it's time to get crackin' on 'em, for sure.  Tomorrow is the first day of December, and it won't be long now before Santa Claus is comin' to town.

Hmmm...  But I don't live in a town!  It's more like a dot on a map.  MOUSES!

No matter, Santa has come to my house every other year and I'm sure he'll come again this...

What's that Peepers?  Have I been good?

OF COURSE I'VE BEEN GOOD!

I think.

Let me get back to you 'bout that.

YES.  Yes, I have been very, very good.  I've been...

Pardon me Peepers?  What about what time?

That doesn't count.  I WAS PROVOKED.  MOUSES!

And that other time when I did what?

Peepers, have you met my fur-sibs?  Are you aware of how they tease and torment me?  And have you looked in a mirror lately?  Are you aware of how you...

Maybe I should just plead the fifth.

Bottom line is, it should come as no surprise to anyone, that sometimes, at my house, there is mischief.  MOUSES!

But back to that letter.


Dear Santa Claus,

Hello there.  Long time no see!  I trust you are well.  Mrs. Claus takin' good care of you?  Bakin' you lots of nip cookies and the like?  Hope so.

Anyway...

Anyway, I've been very, very good again this year.  Yes, there were a few indiscretions, here and there, but TRUST ME, they weren't my fault.  When you live with the peeps I live with, stuff happens.  Stuff happens a lot, and it's never my fault.  Honest.  MOUSES!

Which brings me to why I am writin'.

This year, all I want for Christmas is a nip mouse or two.  Maybe three.  As you probably know, it's always good to have some back-up nip mice when you live in a multi-cat household, as sometimes, a fur-sib will steal your nip mouse and slobber all over it.  Once a nip mouse has been slobbered all over by another cat, it's really never the same.  Believe me, I know.  MOUSES!

My fur-sibs Mason, Tess, Tobias, Rushton and Anderson would also like some nip mice for Christmas.  And if you could bring a couple for Dionysia, that would be great.  He or she - peeps STILL don't know if he's a boy or a girl - might spend Christmas morning with us and he'd feel left out if there was nothing under the tree with his name on it.  And perhaps an extra for Nosey-Neighbour-Cat?  You know, in case he visits too.

As per our contractual agreement signed in December of last year, I shall have the peep leave out a plate of nip sugar cookies for you.  Unless, of course, you would prefer cheddar-nip crackers this time 'round.  They're super delicious and I highly recommend them.  If you'd rather have the crackers, please let me know a couple days in advance.  There will be a nice pot of hot nip tea waiting for you, too.  You okay to fly your sleigh while nipped?  And what would the reindeer like?  If I remember correctly, last year they weren't too keen on the red-nosed carrot granola bars the peep made.  I TOLD her they'd rather have a sweet treat than stupid ol' granola.  MOUSES!

In case I don't actually see you on Christmas Eve, I'll wish you a Merry Christmas now.  Kisses and purrs to Mrs. Claus.  Please say hi to the elves for me.  All of them.  Yes, even the naughty ones. 

Love & Purrs,
Seville.


There!  That ought to do it.  I'll have the peep mail my letter first thing tomorrow morning.

Now...  Time to get busy revising some more songs.  MOUSES!


Wednesday, 3 December 2014

tried and true

Hey there!  Hmmm... Probably a little too casual.  Scratch that.

How ya doin', dude?  That one is definitely too casual. Plus, I don't know if he ever goes by the name, dude.

What's up, pussy cat?  Nah, that's for cats.  Not really appropriate for him.

What to do...  What to do...

I guess this is one of those times when it's best to go with the tried and true.  It's an oldie but a goody and, I suspect, it'll be perfect for this occasion.

Dear Santa...  Yup, that's gonna work, for sure.

Dear Santa, Nissy here.  Just droppin' you a note 'cause Christmas is right around the corner.  You all ready for Christmas, Santa?  Got your lists all ready and whatnot?  Got any big plans?  Well plans other than what you'll be doin' on Christmas Eve, of course.  Flyin' around the world in one night is about as big as anyone's plans can possibly get, I suppose.  Any plans other than that? Mrs. Clause doin' the big dinner thing with turkey and whatnot?  Just you and the Mrs. or will the elves and their families be join' you, too?

Hmmm...  Perhaps I should just get down to business and give the ol' guy in red my list.  I should do that right now.

Bet you're all wonderin' what I've asked for, from Santa, this year.  Bet you're all wonderin', for sure.

I finally got my letter ready to mail and it's a good one.  Got my paws crossed that I've been a good boy.  Good enough to have at least some of my wishes answered.

First thing I asked for is nip.  I bet you saw that one comin'!  I love the nip.  Actually, my whole fur-fam loves the stuff so it makes the perfect gift, for sure.  Of course, the traditional nip mouse is always welcome under our Christmas tree.  I asked Santa to bring one for each of us along with a biff bag or two.  You know, so that we'd each have our own.  Nip mice aren't really the best things for sharin' on account of the slobber effect, you see.

I also asked Santa to bring a couple of those long fabric kickin' bag thingies with the nip.  He brought us a couple last year but, unfortunately, they need replacin'.  Someone went and peed on 'em.  It wasn't me!  Or should that be I?  Anywho...  I was not the culprit.  I'm not exactly sure who it was although I do have my suspicions.  Should have run a DNA test at the time.  Yup, should have run a test before Ol' Peepers threw out all the evidence.  MOUSES!

Next on my list to Santa is a portable DNA testing lab.  Yup, I need one of those, for sure.

Did you know that when a cat calls up the RCMP, askin' them to do a DNA test on a peed upon nip toy, they laugh at you?  Well they do.  Trust me, I know.  I figure that if I have my own lab, I won't have to ask 'em again.  And since their lab appears to be somewhat busy - too busy to run tests on peed upon nip toys - perhaps they'll wanna hire me to do some testin' for them.  It's worth a shot. Plus, I'll work for nip.  Pretty good deal, if you ask me.  Especially if one has a good supply of the nip.

My new brother, Anderson, asked specially for the third item in my letter.  I really don't think Santa can make this one happen but I promised Andy that I'd ask, anyway.  As some of you may have heard, Andy got himself neutered the other day.  He's wantin' his boy parts back.  Well that's just not gonna happen but, like I said, I promised and you know, a promise is a promise, so I added it to the list.

I felt it necessary to ask Santa to bring somethin' for the peeps, too, so I asked him to bring 'em some extra nip.  The peeps aren't really into the nip but I figure that I can take any extra stuff off their paws for 'em.  Yup, my fur-fam and I are willin' to help 'em out with any extra nip, for sure.

I know that Peep #1 would love some seed for some white-flowered plumeria on account of my ten-pin flowerpot bowlin' event not goin' over so well, last year.  Well actually, we cats all enjoyed the event, thoroughly.  The plumeria plants though...  well...  not so much.

Suffice it to say, the peep could do with some more seed for some white-flowered plumies but honestly, it's not that important.  It belongs pretty much at the bottom of my list.  Plants aren't actually required for flowerpot bowlin'.  We really just need the flowerpots.

That reminds me.  I should tack on some new flowerpots to my list for Santa.  Did you know that clay pots break when they roll around on the sun room floor and bang into one another?  Well they do.  Trust me, I know.  MOUSES!

What Peep #1 would really like for Christmas is a book about growin' nip.  I've searched the Internet, high and low, lookin' for a copy of Growin' Nip for Dummies but so far, I've had no luck.  It appears that this book has not yet been written.  If someone doesn't write it soon, I'm gonna have to do it myself.  I'm hopin' though that my lack of findin' a copy is actually due to it bein' out-of-stock or somethin'.  You know, 'cause of its high demand and all.  Believe you me, a book about growin' nip would be very much in demand, for sure.

And speakin' of books in demand.  Have you all read Herman's latest book, Finding Mya?  You all know Herman, right?  He's my best friend.  My best friend forever.  You know, my BFF.

Anywho...  Herman wrote the most amazin' book.  It's called Finding Mya, he can't live Happily Ever After without her.  I had the pleasure of readin' this book before it was ever published and, in fact, I even wrote one of those recommendation blurby thingies that appear on books.

Finding Mya is wonderful.  You're gonna laugh and you're gonna cry.  I know I did.  The story is so touching and loving.  But it has more than its fair share of suspense, too.  It's a real page turner.  Once you start, you won't stop readin' until the very end.  Yup, it's that good, for sure.

I, of course, already have a signed copy but if you're lookin' for a great gift for peeps out there who love cats, a copy of Finding Mya is perfect.  You can get a copy on Amazon, I do believe.  Hmmm..  Where did I put that link?  Let me see...  Got it! You can get your very own copy of this wonderful book, right here.... Finding Mya on Amazon.

I wonder if Santa has that link.  What if he doesn't?  I had better mention that at the end of my letter to him.  You know me, I like to be helpful.

But back to my letter to Santa.

So for this year, I asked Santa to bring my fur-fam and me some nip and a portable DNA lab.  And a book on growin' nip for the peep and maybe some white-flowered plumeria seed if he finds any lyin' around at the North Pole.  I figured that that would cover all my bases but then I remembered the most important request of all.

Well, most important, right after the nip.  I mean, I HAVE TO HAVE MY NIP.

I asked Santa to bring loving homes to all the kitties out there who don't already have one.  There are an awful lot of homeless cats in this world and the best gift anyone could ever give any of them is a warm, safe home with loving peeps.

But it really isn't a good idea to get a kitty right at Christmas time.  And whatever you do, don't put 'em in a box and wrap it up.  That works well for cartoons and stuff but NOT for real, live cats. MOUSES!

And please remember, there's so much noise and stuff goin' on in homes on Christmas Day.  All that hullabaloo is pretty scary for a kitty.  Best to introduce kitties to their new homes either before or after the holidays.  And, of course, it's never a good idea to give someone else a kitty as a gift. Peeps do that all the time and the next thing you know, those kitties end up right back at the shelter after the holidays.  So sad.  So very, very sad.

So how 'bout this?  A prettily wrapped-up box with a note inside, promising to take a special someone to a local shelter to adopt a kitty after the holidays.  Wow.  That's just about the best Christmas present anyone could ever get or give.  Well...  the best gift right after nip but you know, hard to top the nip thing.

So I'm hopin' that Santa will leave lots of notes under Christmas trees this year.  Lots of notes with promises to adopt kitties who need homes, thereby givin' those kitties, the gift of a loving home.

But if you wanna beat Santa at his own game - and you know you do - how 'bout goin' to your local shelter before Christmas?  How 'bout goin' to your local shelter today or tomorrow or sometime next week and adopting a kitty right now?  That will give the kitty plenty of time to adjust before the holidays AND that kitty will have a loving home for the holidays.  It's kind of a win-win-win situation.  You get a new, loving family member and the kitty gets a safe, loving home and you get to beat Santa at his own game.  You get to beat Santa to the punch.  You get to out-do the great Clause, himself, by givin' the very best gift of all.

Well, the very best gift right after - or possibly tied with - the nip.

Hmmm...  Beat Santa to the punch.  I wonder if there's nip in that punch.  Interestin'...  Better add another win to that win-win-win thing 'cause a bowl of nip punch is a win for all, for sure. MOUSES!