|"Why can't I share Joey's things?"|
- Mr Bumpy.
My Caturday was interrupted yesterday by baby Joey coming to visit.
Caturday should be all about me. Actually everything should be all about me. Instead, Mum spent the afternoon fussing over Joey.
They had songs and stories and games with toys. I said, "I have toys, you could throw my jingle ball for me." But Mum just made Joey's crocodile and turtle dance to nursery rhymes for her.
And I got told I can't use Joey's things. It's my house, and all these things are in it, but Mum says no, I can't use anything that's for Joey. That's not fair at all. If Joey wanted to share my Friskies I'd let her, as long as I got to eat first.
Then, when Mum put Joey in her fortress to give Mr Woof and me our dinner, I found out, Joey was going to stay all night. Mum called it a "sleep over". I called it an "imposition". A very, very small human was staying in my home, all night, and no-one even asked me if I approved.
Mum said she would leave the animal door open later so Mr Woof and I wouldn't keep asking to go out.
So I went out, all right.
It wasn't long before Mum was calling me back inside. She heard a very loud cat fight, and for some reason assumed I was involved.
Of course, I wasn't. I can't imagine why she thought I would lower myself to being involved in a neighbourhood cat fight.
Er, because she knows you, Bumps? - Mr Woof.
Anyway, I came in to reassure her I was fine, and curled up on the end of the couch, beside her. I stayed right beside her then until today, when Miss 22 and her husband came and took Joey away.