impressive

It was impressive, Saffy.  It was very impressive, for sure.

MOUSES!

Oh yeah, that was a REAL stinker.  Stinkier than I even thought you could stink!

MOUSES!

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

NO, I am not talkin' about Saffy's bathroom habits.  Why on earth would you be thinkin' I was talkin' about that?  I don't go 'round sniffin' the air after cats and peeps use the facilities, you know.

Do YOU?

Valid question.

MOUSES!

What's that, Peepers?  You still babblin' on, over there?

Of course you are.  It's what peeps do.

MOUSES!

WELL IF YOU REALLY MUST KNOW, I was talkin' about the ol' stink eye Saffron gave you, yesterday afternoon.  Saffy and I were reminiscin' about how he really stunk up the veranda, yesterday, with that ol' stink eye of his.

I didn't know he had it in him, to be honest.

That good of a stink eye, I mean.

MOUSES!

What's that, Peepers?  You don't think reminisce is the right word for me to use?

Hmmm...

Well, I suppose when you're on the receivin' end of a stink eye, you wouldn't.  That's true.  But I wasn't on the receivin' end, you see.  I was just there enjoyin' the show.

MOUSES!

I see you openin' and closin' your mouth there, ol' peep of mine, but I don't actually hear any words.  Have you been rendered speechless, my peep?

My gosh, had I known how to do that before, I could have saved myself a whole lotta grief over the years.

And still no sound.

MOUSES!

Well the thing is, Peepers, you DID deserve that stink eye you were given, yesterday afternoon.  You definitely deserved it, for sure.  I would have given you one myself, had I not been enjoyin' myself so much, just watchin'.  'CAUSE LET ME TELL YOU somethin', ol' peep of mine: watchin' Saffron givin' you the stink eye IS VERY ENJOYABLE, for sure.

'CAUSE IT WAS RAININ', that's why.  THAT'S why you were so deservin' of the stink eye you were given.  And before you start talkin' about how mild the temperature was...  And before you start sayin' Saffron was under the veranda and not one single drop of rain got on his dark smokey grey with the platinum halo highlight furs...  And before you mention how you asked him if he'd like to come inside 'bout a million trillion times...  

Well before you start goin' on about any of that, there's somethin' you need to understand.  It was rainin', Peepers.  RAININ'.  And Saffron doesn't like the rain.  Plus, he kinda thinks you have the ability to turn off the rain as one turns off a tap and that you weren't doin' so just to be annoyin'.  SO OF COURSE he was mad at you 'bout it rainin' so hard.

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

WHY does Saffron think you have the ability to turn off the rain like one turns off a tap?

Well if I were to hazard a guess...

It's probably 'cause I told him you did.

MOUSES!

Well look at that.  Peepers can give a pretty good ol' stink eye, too.

Who knew?

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.

puddle water

I enjoy a good puddle as well as the best of 'em.  I LOVE a good puddle! Nothin' beats a good puddle, if you know what I mean.  A good puddle of an excellent vintage just can't be beaten.  But this past weekend, the puddle situation was gettin' a little ridiculous.

Let me start at the beginning...

A week ago today, we had the blizzard.  Yup, the Great Blizzard of 2014, it was.

Okay, maybe it wasn't all that great.  To be honest, it really wasn't great in any kind of way. Certainly not great as in good and not even great as in size but it did dump about a foot of snow on us and knock out the power for several hours.  That, and the fact that it arrived when we were all gettin' anxious for spring, earned it the name, The Great Blizzard of 2014.  At least, it did at my house.

Anywho...  No sooner was the blizzard over but the weatherpeeps were warnin' us of another storm. "Another one!" I cried but to no avail.  The weatherpeeps totally ignored my cries and sent it anyway.

Late Friday afternoon, it began with a little smatterin' of rain, here and there.  By sometime on Saturday, the raindrops were all fully present and accounted for.  It rained Saturday night and then all day Sunday.  It rained and it rained and it rained.  "Enough already!" cried I but again, to no avail. It just kept on rainin'.

Because of the rain, there were puddles EVERYWHERE.  Now like I said before, I love a good puddle.  I do.  I really, really do but the best time to enjoy a fine puddle of water is immediately after you've been enjoyin' a sunpuddle.  You get up from your nap in the sunpuddle and walk over for a sip or two of puddle water.  But the thing is, it's pretty hard to have a nap in a sunpuddle when the sun has been driven off by all the rain and all the sunpuddles are filled with water and really, are nothin' more than puddles.

Ahhh...  the sweet taste of puddle water.  Cool and refreshing with just a hint of outdoorsy flavour.  Like a fine, vintage wine.  EXCELLENT.

One day, I'm gonna find a way to bottle up puddle water and sell it on E-Bay or somethin'.  I've been tryin' to figure out how to do it but so far, I've been stuck at the bottling stage. You see, the best part of puddle water is the fact that it comes in a puddle.  You put it in a bottle and you've got bottled water.  Not the same thing.  Not the same thing at all.  Not nearly as good.  Back to the drawing board for the puddle water factory for me, I should think.  MOUSES!

But I digress....

It was still rainin'.  Yup, it rained all day and it rained all night and then on Monday, it rained some more.  I seriously expected the peeps to start buildin' an arc or somethin', it was rainin' that much.

But the peeps were too worried to be buildin' arcs and whatnot.  The peeps were worried about tables.

Remember that ol' water table that lurks underneath my house?  I blogged all about it in my post, "tables of water," when it was threatenin' to rear its ugly head a little while ago.

So the hole in the basement was lookin' a little damp early on in the weekend but by Sunday night, it was containin' some water.  The water table was makin' an appearance.  By Monday, it was gainin' strength.  Higher and higher it crept until by Monday night, it was only three inches from the basement floor.

I gave it a full inspection as only a cat like myself can do.  I waved a paw over the hole in the floor and allowed the aroma of the water to waft toward my nose.  "MOUSES!" I cried. "This water has no aroma at all.  It's nothin' but water.  No puddle aspect to it, whatsoever.  What good is that?" I asked the peep but she ignored me.  Rude, I know, but I'm givin' her the benefit of the doubt 'cause I think she was worried we might be in for an indoor swimmin' pool... AGAIN.

But by late Monday night, somethin' miraculous happened. The rain, durin' the day, had been goin' back and forth between rain and freezin' rain and ice pellets and whatnot but by Monday night, it was lookin' like snow.  SNOW!

Yesterday mornin' I awoke and the ground was covered in white stuff as far as the eye could see. Not a lot of it.  Not enough for any sort of shovellin' to be required but it was...  EVERYWHERE.

Personally, I was not overly impressed with the arrival of the white stuff.  I figured it was some sort of cruel April Fool's Day joke on the part of Mother Nature.  Don't mess with Mother Nature, they say. DON'T MESS WITH NERISSA THE CAT, is what they should say.  The white stuff was interferin' with the spring programming of my Bird TV, not to mention the complete and utter lack of sunpuddles for nappin'.

But believe it or not, the peeps were happy about the white stuff.  The fact that the weather had turned colder and the rain was now snow meant that the table of water was no longer bein' fed from above and would be able to sink back into the underbelly of the Earth and leave my house alone.  Of course, it also meant that there would be no indoor swimmin' pool for this year but really, I think that's sort of a good thing.

I am now currently awaitin' the return of the sun and some sunpuddles.  Perhaps if I have a nice little nap in a sunpuddle or two, inspiration will strike and I'll be able to figure out how to bottle up those puddles 'cause I just know that when all that snow melts, there will be puddles galore.

After I figure out the bottlin' aspect, I'll be lookin' for investors. Any takers?  My bottled puddle water is gonna be the best thing since sliced bread, for sure.  Maybe even better 'cause you know...  cats don't eat bread and I, Nerissa the Cat, am a cat and that, my friends, is a fact.