|I'm bad and proud of it. - Mr Bumpy|
Mr Woof and I are both officially "bad boys" at the moment, according to Mum at any rate.
Mr Woof's bad, which is unusual for him, because it's been raining for days. No, Mum doesn't think Mr Woof made it rain. She says he's a bad boy because of what he does to avoid going out in the rain. He wees and poos all over the patio. Whenever the rain stops, Mum scrubs the patio with bleach, but as soon as the rain starts again, Mr Woof refuses to go out and get his paws wet, so the patio becomes doggy toilet all over again.
I'm a bad boy because I went for an adventure last night.
While Mum had the door open, telling Mr Woof to go out for a wee before bed, and Mr Woof was staying inside saying he didn't want to get his paws wet, I took advantage of the situation and darted outside. Mum's learned she can't catch me, so she did things like calling me for treats, but I didn't come back.
I'm not going to tell you what I did, because that's an OFS (Official Feline Secret), but rest assured it was incredibly awesome and took quite a while. Mum waited up for another hour after her bed-time for me to come home, but I didn't.
I came back in when she took Mr Woof for his midnight wee. (Mr Woof's got a four-hour bladder at most. Mum says having a very old dog is very much like having a very young baby.)
But, like I said in the title, Mum does love us even when she thinks we're bad boys. I know that because she still gives us cuddles and treats, and still gave us our Friskies this morning. (Yes, I know that Mr Woof eats Friskies out of my bowl when he thinks I'm not looking, and that Mum puts in enough for both of us.),
So I'm bad and unrepentant, but I'm still loved. It's a pretty good life being Supreme Feline Overlord.
Until next time we meet in the Bloggosphere,
Supreme Feline Overlord.