Showing posts with label wave three. Show all posts
Showing posts with label wave three. Show all posts

Sunday, 2 May 2021

fifty-nine weeks

Boy-oh-boy, Peepers.  I'm tellin' ya.  I've had you stuck here at home now, ON MY PAWS, botherin' and pesterin' me to no end for like...


*claws fly as I do some quick calculations on the calculator*


For like three hundred and twenty-one million, one hundred and forty-eight thousand, eight hundred cat seconds.  And in all that time...


In all that time...


YOU'VE DONE ABSOLUTELY NOTHIN' AT ALL.


'Cept bother me, of course.


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And so it is with this in mind that I, Seville the Cat, am takin' matters into my own four paws and institutin' some changes around here.  For starters, you're goin' back to school.  Yeah, you heard that right, Peepers.  YOU are goin' back to school.  Home schoolin'.  It's all the rage right now, you know, what with schools in Nova Scotia havin' been shut down last week and everyone switchin' to on-line learnin'.  So...


So I, Seville the Cat, have some teachin' to do.  Yeah, you heard that right, too, Peepers.  I'm gonna be your teacher these next few weeks.


MOUSES!


Lesson number one: PLANT IDENTIFICATION FOR DUMMIES.  I mean, peeps.


Peeps...  Dummies...  Whatever.


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Okay, now let's take a look at these green plant thingies growin' in the tubs with your roses, shall we?  You know the ones.  The ones that appeared outta nowhere - AGAIN - this spring, on account of some stuff self-seedin' and whatnot last year.


So you've got your stench-of-the-citrus lemon balm, and your wrong-kinda-nippy minty peppermint.  Oh, and we mustn't forget the worse-than-a-swarm-of-wasps stingin' nettle.  Then, pushin' all that junk stuff aside, we have the good stuff.  The stuff we WANT to grow.  The CATNIP, of course.  Got that, Peepers?


No?  Well were you listenin' to what I just said?  If you were listenin', you should understand this stuff by now.  My gosh you're a slow one, aren't ya.


Not a question.  Statement of fact.


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Let's start again.  See this one, here?  That's lemon balm.  Reeks of lemon, it does.  REEKS!  One of the stinkiest stinks on the face of the Earth.  Worse than just about anythin', I think.  But if you wanna touch it or give it a sniff - although it's beyond me why anyone would actually want to sniff a stench like that - you can.  Just be prepared for a feelin' of nausea that may overtake you when the stinky stench reaches your brain.


Okay, time to move on.  Now here we have the peppermint.  It smells way better than the lemon balm.  Of course, EVERYTHIN' does.  Smells better, but not necessarily good.  It's all relative, you see.  And it doesn't smell nearly as nice as catnip.  Of course.  Again, this one is safe to touch and sniff and luckily for you, the side effects of the smell aren't as horrible as that of the lemon stuff.


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Now let's move on to the stingin' nettle.


DON'T TOUCH!


*rolls eyes*


Don't touch it again, I should say.  With the number of times you've grabbed hold of nettles, Peepers, you'd THINK you would have learned by now not to touch the stuff.  CLEARLY, you're slow on the uptake there.  CLEARLY!


Now as for smellin' the nettles, I don't recommend it.  It's not they stink, or anythin' like that.  I don't actually mind their smell, myself.  BUT if your nose is close enough to sniff 'em, your nose is probably close enough to get stung by 'em, too.


Again.


MOUSES!


And now we're onto the catnip.  The glorious, Heaven-sent Nepeta cataria.  It's related to the other plants we've covered today, but not stinky like the first two, and it never stings.


Gets a kitty high as a kite, sure, but never, ever stings.


PURRS


And now...


*excitedly rubs front paws together*


Now we've come to the practical laboratory part of today's lesson, Peepers.  Now I want you to weed out all the stench-of-the-citrus lemon balm and wrong-kinda-nippy minty peppermint, along with the worse-than-a-swarm-of-wasps stingin' nettle growin' in these here tubs of roses.  You can get rid of the roses, too, if you like.  I don't think much of 'em, anyway.  The catnip plants, however, need to be ever-so-carefully transplanted to better locations, and...


Oh for mousin' out loud, Peepers.  I thought I told you not to touch those stingin' nettles!  AGAIN.


*shakes head*


You really are the silliest peep ever.


Silliest...  Stupidest...  Whatever.


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, 25 April 2021

fifty-eight weeks


Fifty...  What is it now?  Eight?  Yeah, fifty-eight.  Yup, that's what it is.


So fifty-eight times seven...  Multiply that by twenty-four...  Carry the nine...


Got it.


Three hundred and fifteen million, seven hundred and five thousand, six hundred cat seconds.


MOUSES!


BREAKING NEWS...   WE INTERRUPT THIS PREVIOUSLY SCHEDULED FUNNY AND  LIGHT-HEARTED BLOG POST FOR...


A RIGHT TELLIN' OFF.


By Seville the Cat.


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Okay peeps of Nova Scotia, ARE YOU LISTENIN'?  I, Seville the Cat, am fed up with havin' my two useless, good-for-nothin'-but-openin'-tins peeps on my paws for the past three hundred and fifteen million, seven hundred and five thousand, six hundred cat seconds.  I, Seville the Cat, am sick and tired of havin' them home all day, every day, in my way every time I turn around.  I, Seville the Cat, am tired of hearin' Peepers' claws-on-the-blackboard voice all the time, on account of her havin' no one to talk to but me when I'm tryin' to nap or work or do whatever I wanna do without bein' pestered by a peep.


I'M SICK OF IT, YOU HEAR?


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As a Nova Scotian kitty, I've had it somewhat easy - relatively speakin' - these past fifty-eight weeks.  Oh sure, the peeps have been on my paws WAY TOO MUCH. but they could still go safely to the store to get the necessities needed to continue providin' me with the lifestyle to which I've become accustomed.  But now...


Now...


NOW...


NOW, NOVA SCOTIA HAS ENTERED THIS OL' PANDEMIC'S THIRD WAVE.


And it's as scary as all get out 'cause let me tell you somethin': I CAN'T TAKE MUCH MORE OF HAVIN' THESE PEEPS ON MY PAWS EVERY DAY, ALL DAY LONG!


And do you know WHY my fair province has entered the third wave?  DO you?


Well I'll tell you why.  I'll tell you why, for sure.


PEEPS.


BAD peeps.  Peeps who don't follow Public Health protocols and stuff.  Peeps who don't listen to what the doctors say.  Peeps who flout Public Health rules.  PEEPS!


And even if it's just a few peeps, THERE'S NO WAY THEIR BAD BEHAVIOUR ISN'T GONNA AFFECT US ALL.


And by that I mean, ME.


I remember way back when, when SOME KITTY - not sayin' who - peed in the livin' room.  You remember that?  I'm sure I blogged 'bout it when it happened.  Well even if I didn't, the thing is, ONE kitty peed in livin' room, and it resulted in...


ALL FOUR OF US GETTIN' LOCKED OUT!


Out of the livin' room, that is.


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And I remember when SOME KITTY - not sayin' who - played bowlin' with Peepers' plant pots in the sunroom.  You remember that?  I'm sure I blogged 'bout it back then, but even if I didn't, the thing is, ONE kitty knocked all the plant pots down (My gosh that was fun.) and it resulted in...


ALL OF US KITTIES GETTIN' LOCKED OUT!


Out of the sunroom, that is.


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YOU SEE THE PATTERN FORMIN' HERE?


No?  Okay, let me give you another example.  I remember when SOME KITTY - not sayin' who - didn't come in when Peepers called us in one night, forcin' Peepers to aimlessly wander around in the neighbourhood in her nightie with a flashlight.  You remember that?  I'm sure I blogged 'bout it back then, but even if I didn't, the thing is, ONE kitty ignored curfew and it resulted in...


ALL OF US KITTIES HAVIN' TO STAY IN THE HOUSE AFTER SUPPERTIME!


NOW you must be seein' the pattern, for sure.


ONE PEEP BEHAVES BADLY AND THE NEXT THING YOU KNOW....   ALL PEEPS END UP BEIN' PUNISHED FOR THE BAD BEHAVIOUR OF THE ONE, AND...


AND I, SEVILLE THE CAT, GET PUNISHED THE MOST 'CAUSE I'M STUCK HOME WITH THE TWO MOST OBNOXIOUS, CAT-CUDDLIN' AND KISSIN', CAT-PESTERIN' PEEPS ON THE FACE OF THE EARTH!



So please...  PLEASE....  Please do me a favour and follow all Public Health protocols.  I can't take much more of this, my friends.  I NEED this pandemic to end.  And the sooner we all do what's right, the sooner it will.


End, that is.


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.