A Disappointing #Caturday

"I didn't just sit politely on the chair, I jumped up on to the
table, I was just so excited." - Mr Bumpy.

Hello out there in the Bloggosphere,

I don't know if you realise it, but some time ago, the Internet changed the name of Saturday to #Caturday.  (It's usually spelled with the hash symbol, just like that.)

#Caturday wasn't just a new name for the day, but a new purpose.  It's the day of the week when humans, especially humans who live on the Internet, celebrate all things cat. (Or should that be #cat?)

Well, my humans tend to live on the Internet, so they should know this vital piece of information. (My #humans tend to live on the #Internet...)

So on #Caturday, just gone, when Mum baked a cake, and put a nice white cloth on the table, and started putting out plates and things, I thought she was doing a special afternoon tea in my honour.  After all, it was #Caturday.

Mr 19 made coffee and hot chocolate, and he and Mum sat down at the table.

Oh, I thought, they've forgotten the guest of honour.

I must admit, I did get a little excited over the whole thing.  I didn't just politely sit on the chair, I leapt right on to the table.

And there I was, in the middle of the table, on the nice white table cloth, between glass dishes of cake and home-made fudge, when I realised something was terribly wrong.

When the humans said, "Bumpy!" in a disapproving tone, there were three human voices when I expected two.

There was an extra human at the table.

It was one of small ones from the human family who live in our roof.  A human I didn't invite was at my #Caturday afternoon tea.

I froze in shock for a moment, looking at the extra human at my afternoon tea.

Then I showed my disapproval, I turned and ran outside.

You can't celebrate #Caturday without the cat, can you?  That would teach them for inviting someone I didn't ask for.

Hanging around outside, I heard Mum and Mr 19 saying, "Happy Birthday."  A bit later the small human left to go back up to the roof, carrying a present.

I went back inside, because now that the person I didn't invite was gone, we could celebrate #Caturday properly.  But the afternoon tea things had been put away and Mum was doing dishes.  Mr 19 was playing a computer game.  No-one seemed to want to celebrate #Caturday any more.

All in all, it was a very disappointing #Caturday.

This kind of thing never happened when we had Saturdays.

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

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