|"I'm king of the catputer" - Mr Bumpy, Bloggercat.|
As you know, as an experienced Bloggercat, I'm an expert on the catputer.
But sometimes, my humans misbehave and blame me for things that go wrong with their catputers. They act like I don't know what I'm doing.
For example, a couple of years ago, I helped Miss 21 with an email she was writing. She told Mum I'd walked over her keyboard and written a rude word. As if I would do that!
Then yesterday, Mr 19 was playing a game, "Dark Souls" on his catputer. I watched how he was managing his controller, and decided that he really needed help. An experienced Bloggercat knows when humans need help with the catputer, and Mr 19 was really in trouble.
So, I knocked the controller out of his hands and took over the game. Mr 19 took the controller from me almost straight away, but I had managed to do one thing to improve his game significantly.
"Why did you kill the blacksmith?" he asked. But he didn't listen to my explanation. He just carried on about how hard it was to find a blacksmith and how bad his weapons would get without a blacksmith to maintain them, and how I'd set him back four hours of game-play. He didn't realise just what an amazing thing I'd managed to do, killing that blacksmith in just the couple of seconds I had the controller. And he just won't listen to me trying to tell him why he should want the blacksmith killed.
Really, my humans just don't appreciate all I do for them. And they especially don't recognise the value of my work on the catputer.
Until next time we meet in the Bloggosphere,
Supreme Feline Overlord,
Feline Pawty Prime Minispurrial Candidate.