Budget Reply

Mr Bumpy gives his Budget Reply.

Hello out there in the Bloggosphere,

It's the second night after the Budget was announced, which means it's time for the Budget Reply Speech.

For some reason the tv stations are showing Mr Abbott's reply, instead of mine, but really, mine's the most important.

The Federal Budget was a total fiasco.

There was nothing for anything really important - no catnip supply for cats who can't afford it; no funding to help homeless cats adopt humans; no funding to train humans in service to cats; and absolutely no funding for more green tape to protect the environment.

What can I say?

The humans have totally failed again.

A future Feline Pawty Government will get its priorities right. Our Budgets will focus on what's really impawtant.

Until next time we meet in the Bloggosphere,
I remain,

Mr Bumpy,
Bloggercat,
Supreme Feline Overlord,
Feline Pawty Prime Minispurrial Candidate.

Australian Politics, Budgets and Disaster Movies

"I'll be looking at the budget very closely." - Mr Bumpy.

Hello out there in the Bloggosphere,

I know the election is still a long way off.

But there's still things happening that a savvy politicat like me has to watch.

For example, it's budget day today. You can bet I'll be looking at that very closely.  I'll be especially looking to see if the humans have yet decided to provide subsidised catnip for poorer cats, and funding for education in caring for cats properly.

That second point, educating humans in caring for cats properly is extremely important.

My humans are a good example of poor education in cat care.  Would you believe Mum moved me last night, when I was settled down comfortably and sound asleep? All because Mr Woof was crying about not being able to get into his bed. She's actually got a degree, a couple of them in fact, but her education completely skipped over the point that a sound-asleep cat should never be bothered.

That story gets worse.  Would you believe when I woke up this morning, my Friskies dish was empty?

The other thing I want to watch closely is all these other new parties in Australian politics.  Unlike the Feline Pawty, some of them seem a bit strange.

The latest one is Clive Palmer's United Australia Party.  Mr Palmer is the super-rich mining magnate who bought a high class golf course and resort, and stuck a life-sized animatronic dinosaur in it.  He wants to fill it with more dinosaurs and have his own Jurassic Park.  He's also building a replica Titanic, the Titanic II. I think Mr Palmer likes movies, but maybe he doesn't watch them all the way through and see how they end.  Anyway, my point is that if the latest force in Australian politics likes to reproduce disaster movies in real life, maybe Australia needs the Feline Pawty even more than I realised.

I'm off to have a long nap, so I'm ready to give my full attention to the budget when it's announced tonight.

Until next time we meet in the Bloggosphere,
I remain,

Mr Bumpy,
Bloggercat,
Supreme Feline Overlord,
Feline Pawty Prime Minispurrial Candidate

The Cat's Out of the Bag

Hello out there in the Bloggosphere,

Have you ever heard the saying "the cat's out of the bag"?

Mum says it comes from old times, when people would sell piglets in bags, called pokes.

The problem with buying a pig in a poke, was that some farmers would put cats in the bags instead, so when you got home with your pig, and let the cat out of the bag you'd find out you'd been tricked.

That's what she says, but cats in bags pretending to be pigs in pokes sounds silly to me.

This is what I think letting the cat out of the bag means.....

Actually, I didn't want to be let out of the bag.  Mum says the bags need to be thrown out now we're finished unpacking from our move.  But I think they make great cubby houses.

I was so annoyed at having my game interrupted, I had to have a swipe at Mr Woof.

You may have noticed.

So that's how you let the cat out of the bag, but don't do it if he doesn't want you to. Or the dog gets it.

Until next time we meet in the bloggosphere,
I remain,

Mr Bumpy,
Bloggercat,
Supreme Feline Overlord,
Feline Pawty Prime Minispurrial Candidate.

Super Ted

As you know, I've got limited cat-puter time at the moment, but I need to share with you this story from the Qld RSPCA Facebook Page.

Meet our miracle two-legged cat, Super Ted! 

Super Ted's lost two legs and half a tail,
that won't stop him.
  

This young boy came in as a stray to our Toowoomba Animal Care Centre. He was found by a man on side of road with his back left and right front legs partially missing. He was caught in an engine, and was lucky to escape with his life. Lucky for him he had no other internal injuries. 

He was kept comfy over the weekend at West Toowoomba Vet Surgery to wait to see if an owner came forward but we had no luck. So, we made the decision. We would do everything possible to give this guy a second chance despite his horrific injuries.

This little guy went through serious surgery with the wonderful team at West Toowoomba Vet Surgery. He has lost two legs and part of his tail, and has made miraculous progress.

He is getting around well, and is a very affectionate boy. We are hoping to raise $1,000 to help us pay for the surgery. If you would like to donate to Super Ted, please phone us on 07 3426 9972. (+61 7 3426 9972)

If you want to watch his progress, check out West Toowoomba Vet Surgery's Facebook page for video of him walking around :)

Much love Super Ted, and we look forward to visiting you tomorrow at the vet clinic! ♥

Here's the link to a video of Super Ted on the move.

Story shared with permission of RSPCA Qld Inc.

Cat-puter Restrictions

Hello out there in the Bloggosphere,

"I'm not getting enough time on the cat-puter" - Mr Bumpy.

You might have noticed I haven't been on the cat-puter much lately.  Well, I noticed.

I had a little talk with Mum about it this morning when I woke her up for cuddles before Friskies.

She says she's busy getting something new and exciting ready on her lupus blog for World Lupus Day, which is the 10th of May.

I explained that I have an election campaign to run.

Mum said she didn't think Mr Abbot or Ms Gillard were about to do anything in the next little while that would make them look like better candidates for Prime Minispurr than me, and that I should save all my good campaign material for just before the election.

She said I could have the cat-puter all I liked in the last couple of weeks before the election.

I gave her a nice big bite on the hand, so she wouldn't forget that promise.

There's so much I have to tell you about my ideas for government, and I have to introduce you to the Feline Pawty's new candidate, Valentino.  But all that can wait until Mum's big new thing on her blog (probably something boring about humans) is done and World Lupus Day is over.

Until next time we meet in the bloggosphere,
I remain,

Mr Bumpy,
Bloggercat,
Supreme Feline Overlord,
Feline Pawty Prime Minispurrial Candidate.

Intruder Alert

Hello out there in the Bloggosphere,

"I was just sitting in the lounge room,
watching tv with my humans." - Mr Bumpy.

I'm sure you've heard that if a black cat crosses your path, that's bad luck.  Well it was very bad luck for the black cat who crossed my path last night.

Mum's been leaving the door open because Mr Woof needs to go out so much lately, and just locking up a bit before bed-time.

It was a little before lock-up time, and I was just watching tv with the humans and Mr Woof, when this black cat, who none of us knew, just wandered in and decided to watch tv with us.

Now I'm as laid-back as the next cat, but this was an inappropriate violation of  my family's privacy.  This wasn't a friend one of us invited in.  Not like the humans who visit because Mum or Mr 19 says "come in", or even Mr Woof's doggy friend Nelson who lives in the roof who visited once.  No, this was a cat no-one knew. No-one said "come in strange cat." He just decided to let himself in.

And he was standing right beside Mr 19.  You know Mr 19 belongs exclusively to me.  Well, I said very politely, if a bit formally, with stiff legs and an arched back. "Please leave, strange cat."

He didn't move straight away, so I let out a long loud yowl and launched myself at him.  All that attacking practice I do with Mr Woof paid off because I bowled the strange cat over and out the door in one move.

Mum followed us out to break up the fight, but the strange cat was already gone.

I did an inspection of Budgie Towers because if I'm not allowed to eat my budgies, then certainly no other cat is.

I insisted on doing a patrol of the fence line for a while, just to be sure the intruder wasn't coming back,  before coming back in to watch tv with the family again.

You don't intrude on my family's tv time.

And you don't disrespect the Supreme Feline Overlord.

Until next time we meet in the Bloggosphere,
I remain,

Mr Bumpy,
Bloggercat,
Supreme Feline Overlord,
Feline Pawty Prime Minispurrial Candidate.

An Embarrassing De-Tail

"I have a stump!" - Mr Woof.

Hello Everyone,

Can I tell you an embarrassing secret? Promise you won't tell anyone?

When I was a puppy, before I met my humans, someone stole my tail. I have a stump.   So when I say "Licks and Tail Wags" at the end of my posts, I really mean "Licks and Stump Wags."

Well, you can imagine how awful it is for a dog to go through life without his most expressive appendage. When I want to show I'm happy, I can't give a good hearty tail wag, I can only give a little stump wiggle.

My humans have always been very nice about it and told me I have a cute stump.  But they also say they'd like to meet the person who did this horrible thing to me and cut off a piece of them.

I can't remember it happening, I was only a little puppy at the time, and I sometimes wonder if maybe I was a very, very bad dog and deserved this horrible treatment.  Mum tells me that can't be true, that she knows I always try my best to be a good dog, and anyway no puppy could ever be naughty enough to deserve something so terrible.

Anyway, my stump and I are off to go explore the yard, and then maybe have a very long nap.  I hope you have a happy day.

Licks and Tail Wags,

Mr Woof,
Doggsbody.

Don't Lose Your Human

"Don't lose your human." - Mr Bumpy.

Hello out there in the Bloggosphere,

I have to talk to you about a very serious issue today.

I've been following Where Pets Are Found on Facebook and on Twitter and I've noticed something terrible.

There are far too many cats and dogs losing their humans.

Now, this is just irresponsible. If you lose your human, who will open cans for you?  We have to keep track of such valuable resources.

And don't forget, humans are pretty helpless on their own.  Have you seen their teeth and claws? They can't protect themselves from predators - they need you.

So remember, if you have a microchip, tell the microchip people every time you move house what your new address is, so that if you get separated from your humans for some reason, someone can help you find them again.

And if you have a council registration, tell the council when you move, for the same reason.

And please, follow Where Pets Are Found, and keep an eye out for anyone who has lost their humans. You know humans get very frightened when the animals they live with aren't there to look after them.

Until next time we meet in the Bloggosphere,
I remain,

Mr Bumpy,
Bloggercat,
Supreme Feline Overlord,
Feline Pawty Prime Minispurrial Candidate.

A New Skill

Hello out there in the Bloggosphere,

I have to share my news.

I've trained Mr 19 to give me brushies, while I eat Friskies.  I am a very, very happy cat now.

It's wonderful to have two of my favourite activities combined.

And it just proves you can train your human to do just about anything.

Until next time we meet in the Bloggosphere,

I remain,

Mr Bumpy,

Bloggercat,

Supreme Feline Overlord,

Feline Pawty Prime Minispurrial Candidate.

The Rumour Mill

"Do they have cool teeshirts?" - Mr Bumpy.

Hello out there in the Bloggosphere,

I wonder if you've heard of the "rumour mill" that journalists sometimes talk about with reference to Australian politics.

Well, something fell out of the rumour mill at my feet this evening, which, if proven true, could affect the Feline Pawty's election campaign in ways we can't even begin to predict.

There's apparently a new party in Australian politics.  Not a human party - those don't interest me that much at all.  But I heard a rumour on twitter about another party of cats, called the AUP.  I'm not quite sure what that stands for, but I'm going to find out.

There's so much to find out about this new party: do they have a cool campaign poster? How many candidates do they have? Are those candidates campaigning in the same seats as Feline Pawty candidates? Do they have cool campaign teeshirts? (Cool campaign teeshirts are essential.) All the questions! The stress! The not knowing!  It's making me want a nap. Or maybe some stinky fish then a nap!  I want something!

I can see this going one of two ways - if their policies aren't compatible with the Feline Pawty's then we have a new front to fight the battle on, and the election becomes a bit of a cat fight.

If their policies are compatible with ours (and I'm not going to back down on the availability of nip policy for anyone), then maybe we can form a coalition.

After all, I've heard that some commentators are suggesting that a coalition could win this election.

If you've forgotten who all the Feline Pawty candidates are, or what our policies are, or want to refresh your memory of anything any candidates have said with regard to the election, you can find links to everything at Feline Pawty Campaign Central.

Until next time we meet in the Bloggosphere,
I remain,

Mr Bumpy,
Bloggercat,
Supreme Feline Overlord,
Feline Pawty Prime Minispurrial Candidate.