I know all of you down below are thankful and all today. Been there done that at my bay. But the cat is sorta, maybe, a little bit, thankful for all of you. Oh dear, that was hard to put into view. Betsy, get out of my head. This sweet and dear stuff just doesn't need to be said.
I really need to get better locks to avoid such brain knocks. Or at least better sound proofing in this thing my body uses for roofing. All those voices just seem to confuse and now it's simply time to abuse. Mother Nature needs to get a life and stop causing the cat strife.
Take your stupid snow and send it to the jolly guy that goes "Ho, Ho, Ho." I want none of it. Especially with the morons and their driving fit. "Oh look it's snow." That means the faster I must go. Morons indeed. They just keep sprouting up like a bad weed.
I know the cat must get real. Mother Nature does not give a strat about causing us an oh so white ordeal. So the cat will give her a deal. Wait until a time when the cat or Pat does not have to go anywhere before breaking the snowy seal. Or I will call up Storm and have her create things out of the norm. How would you like that? No longer would you have control, you old bat.
What? Storm is fake? Oh why don't you be quiet and go bake a cake. Mother Nature did not know. Now I have to think up another excuse to stop her stupid snow. That white stuff has got to go. Maybe I need that Frosty Returns spray stuff that was invented by that old crow.
Then I could attached it to one of those planes that spray crops and watch as all the stuff drops. Poof will go the snow and there will no longer be white at my show. What? I could poison you humans with it? Oh please! You have already taken that hit. Just answer your cell phone and give a groan. Now you got radiation in your brain. Maybe that's why I'm so insane?
I need a force field to block the crap. Then it would no longer take a lap. I could extend it far and wide. Then when someone ticks me off because they lied. I could open a hole above their head and watch as a huge mass of white stuff falls causing them dread. Now that would be fun and worth not seeing the sun. Too bad you humans don't have such a thing. I will have to give those aliens a ring.
So the Face it Facts are Mother Nature has gone too far. Keep her stupid snow until I have no place to go. Then do what see wants. Instead the old hag taunts. Always sending it when it can be a pain making me pop a vein. Maybe I should just board a train and move my bush to a warmer lane. But then I may not mix with the warm class and they might draw their pitchforks and come after my little rhyming ass.
Later all, have a nice fall.