GOTCHA!

Now where is it?

NOW where is it?

Now WHERE IS it?

MOUSES!

There you are, you little...

Due to this here blog bein' a family-friendly blog, the above words were debleeped.

Debleeped?  What the mouses is that, you ask?

Well...

Well it means, being deleted with bleeps.  You know, like they sometimes do on TV.

MOUSES!

And NOW where have you gone?

Oh for mousin' out loud, I think it has escaped downstairs.

Or was that upstairs?

Or was it outdoors?

MOUSES!

In case any of you are wonderin' what I'm after, I can let you know in a second or two 'cause...

THERE IT IS!

Excuse me a mo, for I really do have to go.

NO, not to the litter box, silly.

MOUSES!

Be right back.

I'VE FOUND IT!

I think.

One sec...

Hold on...

GOTCHA!

Hey Peepers!  Get your tail over here, quick.  Is this that missin' hour you were lookin' for?

It is?

Whew, well that's a relief, 'cause let me tell you somethin' Peepers, I was gettin' pretty tired of chasin' it all over the house, and...

And speaking of tired, you look kinda tired, yourself.  Have you been chasing the missing hour, too?

You HAVE?

MOUSES!

And what, pray tell, would you have done with that missin' hour had you caught it?  I only ask on account of my havin' this missin' hour here in my paws, currently dangling from my claws, and now that I have it, I don't have a clue as to what to do with it, and...

OH MY MOUSES, IT'S BACK ON THE LOOSE!

Do you know what I'm gonna do?  I'm gonna go chase that missin' hour once more, and when I find it THIS TIME, I'm gonna catch it, and then...

And then, I'm gonna stuff it in a drawer.  Yup, that's just what I'll do.  And it can stay there in that drawer 'til sometime later this year.

Early November, I do believe.

MOUSES!

DISCLAIMER:  I have been informed of the need to clarify somethin'.  The peep isn't really tired today on account of the start of Daylight Savings Time.  She got up half an hour early, yesterday, then went to bed an hour early last night, and this morning, she got up, fresh as a daisy, she says.  Of course, her hair looked like a wreck, stickin' out all over the place and whatnot like a crazy mad scientist and stuff.  But that had nothin' to do with the clocks springing forward.  Nope, the peep's hair lookin' all nutso like that is totally normal 'round here, three hundred and sixty-five days of the year.

MOUSES!

boing...

Boing...  Boing...  BOING...

Hmmm...  That's not quite right.  But if I tinker with this here...  And I tinker a little with that there...

BOINNNGGGGG.....

Well the springs are boingin'.  But they're only boingin' up and down.  So far, I'm not havin' any luck in getting 'em to boing forward, at all.  MOUSES!

Oh hello there, my friends.  You happened to catch me rippin' apart....

Uhhh....

You happened to catch me diggin' into...

Ummm....

On the other paw, you happened to catch me doin' nothin' at all.  Nope, there's nothin' of interest here.  MOUSES!

Okay, so I was doin' a little tinkerin' with the springs from the family room chesterfield.  You did catch me doin' that.

But I ask you, what's a little tinkerin' among friends?

Oh-oh.  Excuse me.

What's that, Peepers?

Uh, nothin'...

No Peepers!  There's no need for you to come into the family room.  I'm just talkin' to myself, is all. Just talkin' to myself, lullin' myself to sleep.

Yeah, that's it.

Yes Peepers, I'm just gettin' ready to have a little nap here.  Nothin' to worry your pretty little head over.  I'll call you if I need you.  Okay?  And until I do - call you, I mean - don't bother coming into the family room.  There's no need for you to come into the family room at all.

I said, DON'T COME INTO THE FAMILY ROOM!  At least not yet.

Peepers, don't you know it's rude to interrupt cats when they're talkin'?  Even when they're talkin' to themselves?  MOUSES!

Whew!  That was a close one, for sure.  For a minute there, I thought the peep was gonna come in here and find this mess I made with the family room chesterfield.

But I ask you, what's a little mess among friends?

And who knew chesterfields contained THIS MUCH stuffin'?  I know I didn't.  Did you? MOUSES!

No, it wasn't the stuffin' I was after.  I was lookin' for the springs.  I found 'em, too

Pardon me?  Why was I after the chesterfield springs, you ask?

Well...

Well it's that time of year, you see.  That time of year when the clocks are moved forward on account of Daylight Savings Time.  And you know what they say, right?  They say, time springs forward.  Springs forward.  Springs forward.  You're seein' the pattern here?  The pattern with those springs?

But the problem with all this springy stuff is, after losin' an hour of sleep last night, I'm not feelin' very springy.  Nope, I'm not feelin' springy at all.

So I got to thinkin', what if I could find me some actual springs, and use 'em to add a little spring to my step.  You know, to make me all springy, even after that lost hour of sleep.

But the other problem is, these here springs - the springs I happened to find in this here chesterfield - appear to be defective.  Yup, they appear to be defective, for sure.  Try as I might, I can only get 'em to work up and down.  So far, there has been no forward springy movement, at all.

And by the way, when usin' springs on the bottoms of your paws, to add a spring to your step, do not use 'em in areas with low-hangin' ceilings.

Just sayin'...

But I will add this:  THANK GOODNESS for that pile of chesterfield stuffin'.  Who knew it could make for such a comfy landing.

Again, just sayin'...

Anyway, I think what I need are some non-defective springs, 'cause these ones that used to be inside the family room chesterfield are apparently not up to spec.

Hmmm...

Anyone know if chairs have springs, too?

Just askin'...

MOUSES!