time flies

You know what they say.

They say, time flies when you're havin' fun.

But actually, sometimes, time falls when you're havin' fun, too.  Maybe they should start sayin' that.  MOUSES!

So anyway...

So anyway, I heard that in the wee hours of this mornin', the peeps were supposed to turn the clocks back due to that ol' daylight savings time - clock turnin' back thing, or whatever it's called.

And speakin' of daylight savings time...  Is there a special kind of savings account at the bank you're supposed to get for that? And if there is, do you get interest?  And do you get a free calendar, too? Inquirin' minds wanna know.

But back to those clocks.

Knowin' that Peep #1 would probably forget to do the little clock switcharoo, I set out to do it for her.  But which way was I supposed to be turnin' the paws on the clocks?  To be honest, I had absolutely no idea.

Then I remembered that other ol' sayin'.  Spring forward, fall back.

Well DUH.  Of course you're gonna spring forward.  I mean, if you spring backward, you're likely to fall flat on your keister, for sure.  Or in my case, fall flat on my tail.  MOUSES!

So I set about doin' what I needed to do.

But in my first turnin' back of the clocks attempt, I had a few problems turnin' the little knobby thing that moves the mantle clock's hands.  I mean, paws.  No actually, I do mean hands.  But that is neither here no there.  What is important is that when tryin' to turn that knobby thing, my claws kept slippin', and as the peep was sound asleep, I couldn't really ask her for any help.

Well actually, I could have asked but that would have required my waking her up, and I know from personal experience that a peep woken up at two in the mornin' is a very scary peep, for sure. MOUSES!

So obviously, I felt it best to persevere on my own.

But try as I might, I couldn't get that clock hand controlling knobby thing to turn.

That's when I decided to go old school.

Spring forward, fall back.  One good whacky paw to the face of the clock and it would fall back, for sure.

And it did!

But then it got stuck between the sideboard and the wall behind it.

Obviously, the mantle clock had been eatin' too many treats and not exercising enough.  MOUSES!

I jumped down onto the floor and did my best to squeeze myself in behind the sideboard, only to find that I, too, had been eatin' a few more treats than perhaps I should.  MOUSES!

But Seville the Cat is not the kind of cat who lets a little thing like not fittin' into an enclosed space stop him.  No sirree.  So I reached in with a paw and gave that ol' clock another smack.  Unfortunately, the clock was bein' obstinate - as clocks will do - and refused to budge.

So I decided to turn back a different clock.

Well Peep #1's alarm clock had the same knobby control thing-a-ma-giggy issues as the mantle clock, so I didn't even bother tryin' that route, and instead immediately did a smacky paw to the clock's face.

And it fell to floor with a thud.

Moments before it started to howl.

Howl...  Alarm goin' off...  Whatever.

And that would be about the time the peep woke up.  MOUSES!

So I explained to the peep how I was helpin' her out, by changin' the time on all the clocks in the house, but that the clocks in the house were bein' very uncooperative, which is why the mantle clock was still in need of changin' after it was unstuck from between the sideboard and the wall, of course.

I also explained that the changin' of clocks was not the kind of changin' that required diapers although truth be told, I might have...  you know...  just a little bit...  when that ol' alarm clock of the peep's started howlin' at two o'clock in the morning.  'Cause it took me by surprise and scared me a little.

What happened next, I cannot report, on account of Nerissa's Life bein' a family-friendly blog and all. MOUSES!

You know, you'd think that after livin' with me for all these years, the peep would be used to being awakened at two in the mornin' and an occasional lapse of litter box usage by now.

But apparently not.  MOUSES!

Bottom line is, I think we're in need of a couple new clocks.

What that, Peepers?  What?  I CAN'T HEAR YOU!  WHAT?  FINE.

Peep #1 says I have to come clean 'bout the mantle clock business.  That part of my story was kinda made up

Are you happy now, Peepers?

But the stuff 'bout my knockin' her alarm clock down?  That bit was as true as true can be. MOUSES!

gone missing

Hmmm...  I've looked upstairs and I've looked downstairs.  I've looked inside and out.  I've looked underneath stuff and on top of stuff and even in drawers but for the life of me, I can't find it anywhere.  MOUSES!

Oohhh...  I should look in the car trunk.  It could be there, I suppose.  Never know what you might find in that ol' trunk.  Once, a little while back, I found a...  But I digress.

Be right back.

Nope, it's not there, either.  MOUSES!

The garage!

Mouses that garage is a mess.  Peep #1 really needs to go through all that stuff and throw some of it out.  Most of it's junk, really.  Don't think anyone would ever want or need...  But again, I digress.

By the way, it wasn't in the garage, either.

At least I don't think it was in the garage.  Truth be told, it was kind of hard to tell, what with all that junk and stuff, stuffed in there.  MOUSES!

Now where else should I look?  Where else can I look?  Actually, I don't think there's anywhere else left to look.

But it's gotta be around here somewhere.  I'm sure I saw it just the other day.  In fact, I think I saw it only yesterday.  MOUSES!

Wait a minute.  Just wait a mousie mousin' moused-up minute.  I know exactly where to look.  I should go look in my froggy bank.  I bet it's in there, for sure.

What is a froggy bank, you ask?

Why, a froggy bank is a bank where I keep all my savings.  You know, the money I'm saving up to invest in nip futures and the like.

What makes a froggy bank different from a piggy bank, you wonder?

Well one is a frog while the other is a pig.  Not all that complicated, really.  Not when you think about it.

But why do I have a froggy bank instead of a piggy bank?  That's what you'd like to know?

Tell you the truth, I'd like to know that, too.  Long story short...  Peep problems.  MOUSES!

And short story long...

You see, way back when, my brother Nissy sent Peep #1 out to get a piggy bank for all of us cats but when she returned from the store, it was discovered that she had bought a froggy one, instead.  No one knows why.  No one knows how.  Oh sure, we kind of know how.  I mean, obviously, she went and bought a little hollow ceramic frog instead of a little hollow ceramic pig but what we don't know is how she confused the two.  She had been given clear instructions.  Clear as day, really.  My fur-family and I have discussed this over and over and over again and the only thing we can think of is that maybe she just didn't know the difference.  You know, the difference between a frog and a pig.  Clearly the peep is not that well schooled.  MOUSES!

But let me go check on that bank and see if I can find what I'm looking for in there.

Not in the froggy bank, either.  MOUSES!

You know, I figured it would be in the froggy bank, for sure, what with a froggy bank being a place to keep savings and all.

Pardon me?  For what am I looking?  You'd like to know for what it is that I'm searching all over the place?

Why, I'm looking for the missing hour, of course.  You know, the hour that went missing sometime during the night when Daylight Savings Time began although why daylight would go missing during the night when it's dark...

WAIT A MINUTE!!!  Of course daylight would go missing at night when it's dark because daylight is always missing in the darkness of the night.  Why didn't I think of that before?  MOUSES!

But come to think of it, that little epiphany hasn't helped me at all.  Not one bit.  The hour is still missing and truth be told, as it's now the middle of the day, so is the dark.

Hmmm....

Well as the missing hour is be nowhere to be found, I guess it is lost.  Lost forever and ever and...

What's that?  Really?  REALLY?  You don't say.

BREAKING NEWS... Missing hour will return Sunday November 6th, when Daylight Savings Time comes to an end.

I guess the missing hour is on vacation or something.  You know, vacationing for the summer.  Or maybe it was sent off to summer school where it could learn about telling time and the difference between frogs and pigs and froggy banks and piggy banks and useful stuff like that.  That would make sense.  That would make lots of sense, I think.  Bet that's what it's doing, for sure.  MOUSES!