Sunday, 19 February 2017

Fanta's Super-Good Day

Does anyone know what a
"Dogzilla" is? - Miss Fanta
Hello Everyone!

I had a really amazing, super-good, absolutely fantastic day.

My friend Joey and Miss C came to visit.

We all played with the new train set with Mum and Mr D as well.

We had little wooden tracks set up, with buildings, and trains and cars.  And Mum put on the TV, and the trains we were playing with were on the TV. They all had names, like Thomas and Percy (just like our Percy Cat).

I really had a fantastic time playing.

Does anyone know what a "Dogzilla" is?  Mr D called me that.  It must mean something really good, because Mr D loves me so very much.

It was the most fantastic, super-good day.

I hope you've all had a super-good day, as well.

Licks and tail wags,
Miss Fantasia Dog
(call me Fanta)

Thursday, 12 January 2017

Percy's Predicament

Sir Percival Yowling-Feline
To Whom It May Concern,

I believe I am being unfairly treated.

Last month, we all went to the vet for our check-ups and vaccinations.

Our vet, Dr Ben, noted that Miss Fantasia had put on a little weight, and I had lost quite a bit.

The servants subsequently put tighter restrictions on feeding - giving Mr Bumpy and myself our meals out of Fanta's reach.

I don't know if Fanta has lost any of her excess, but I was taken back to Dr Ben this week to be weighed again.  I had lost even further weight.

I was put in the box, and transported there, and then Dr Ben took me to a different room.

Now, as humans go, Dr Ben is quite nice, but I hesitate to describe what he did to me next at it's extremely distressing.

He shaved a part of my neck, and put a needle into my jugular vein to take a sample of my blood.

Apparently he didn't like what he saw in that, because Mum and Mr D just went to get things to collect some of my wee, and they have antibiotics to give me, and a special new food.

That really is quite disturbing.  (However I have just tried the new food and it is quite palatable.)

Now they are talking about things like ultrasounds and xrays, and not knowing quite what is wrong. Mum says they will do things as they can afford them. Now, while I do not actually know what any of these things are, I have heard the servants speaking about them in tones that make me believe they are not pleasant things to do.

I notice that the servants have not put the cat transport box back in the shed, this can only mean they plan to take a cat somewhere again, relatively soon.  I am very much afraid that I am the cat in question.

Really, I would much rather not be placed in the cat box, taken in the car, and have unspeakable things done to me before I can come back to my home.

All in all, I believe I need a better class of servant, and possibly a better class of vet as well.

Yours Sincerely,

Sir Percival Yowling-Feline

Sunday, 25 December 2016

Christmas Day

Mr Bumpy Cat,

Sir Percival Yowling-Feline,

and Miss Fantasia Dog,

Would like to wish all our readers a very merry Christmas (if you celebrate Christmas) or a Happy Hanukkah (if you celebrate Hanukah) or just a great day whatever you do or don't celebrate.

There's presents with our names on them under the tree, and Fanta heard a rumour about us getting a little bit of ham with our dinner, and Percy saw Mum put some lactose-free cream in the fridge.  Their air conditioner's on so we don't get too hot.  We're going to have a very good day here.

We're all going to have a very good day here.

Saturday, 29 October 2016

Taking a break

The animals (and their mum) are taking a break from blogging for a while, but there's five years of posts here, so hopefully you can find something entertaining to read.

Tuesday, 11 October 2016

Breaking News

"Things have been breaking all around
me." - Fanta.
Hello Everyone,

Things have been breaking all around me this week.

It started with my harness.  It just fell apart while I was taking Mum for her walk. Mum put it back together, and put it back on me, but it just broke again.

Eventually, Mum just bought me a new one. It's pink, and pretty, so that's nice, and I can still take Mum for her morning walk.  (If I didn't have a harness on, I couldn't hang on to the lead that I use to keep Mum close.  She could get lost or anything without the lead.)

A coupe of days later I went up to Mr D, quite upset.  He asked why I didn't have my collar on.

I showed him my beautiful pink sparkly collar was on the ground.  The buckle broke and it fell off.  I don't know how that happened.  I love my collar.

Right now I've got the old brown one with the nasty spikes on, but it's going to be all right.

Mum contacted the man who made my pretty collar.  He says if Mum posts the collar back to him, he will put a new, stronger, buckle on it. He also said I'm the first dog to ever break the buckle on one of the collars he makes.

The collar will be in the post tomorrow, Mum promises.

I didn't mean to break it, really.  I don't even know how it happened.  It just fell off and it was broken.

I've been around breaking things before, but it's not usually my things.

Hopefully next week, nothing will break.

Licks and tail wags,

Miss Fantasia Dog.
(You can call me Fanta.)

Sunday, 4 September 2016

Sorry, No Photos

Mum didn't take photos.

Mum was making breakfast, when Bumpy came in with a live bird.

Mum dropped everything and chased Bumpy, who ran to the studio, closely followed by Fanta.  Mum shut the door to the hallway, to contain the chaos, then chased Bumpy around the studio.  Mum caught Bumpy, who let go of the bird.

The bird flew to the top of the art supplies cupboard, with Fanta following closely.

Fanta tried to jump at the bird, which decided to fly much further - circled the room with Fanta and now Bumpy both giving chase then went through to the laundry, followed by animals.  Mum closed the door between the studio and the laundry so the bird wouldn't go back that way and opened the back door.  The bird saw freedom, and flew straight out and landed in a tree.

Fanta and Bumpy both ran out to the yard. Bumpy to sit under the tree and look menacingly at the bird, Fanta to run around and around for no apparent reason.

Mum went back inside and considered locking the animal door and leaving them all out (but didn't).

In the hallway, she met a half-awake Percy who was coming to find out what had been going on.

Mum told him he'd missed everything, so Percy went out to find his morning patch of sunlight instead.

During all of this, Mum, being a human and not very bright, completely failed to get the camera and take photos for the readers of

Mr Bumpy would like to point out that he did not break the "no corpses in the house" rule.