|Tiger visited, and he was using my|
cat box! - Mr Bumpy.
As you know, I am a very popular cat. So you won't be surprised to know that I had a couple of sets of visitors last week.
The first set of visitors was Miss 22 and her husband, and of course they brought baby Joey. Worse than that, they brought Tiger. He was in my cat box!
Mum said the humans wanted Tiger and me to meet, because next year, Tiger's moving next door and they don't want us fighting.
I had a close look and sniff at the cat box. It was definitely mine. Mum said I didn't like using the cat box anyway, and unless both cats were going somewhere at the same time, there was no sense in Tiger having his own.
Well, of course, that was all too much for me. I went out and sat on the patio all by myself all afternoon. Tiger hid under Joey's fortress.
After a while I came in, and Tiger and I had a bit of a hiss at each other. The humans laughed. Mum said my tail was bristled like a toilet brush.
I went back out to the patio to straighten out my tail. Tiger went back under Joey's fortress. Mr Woof barked a bit trying to get to meet Tiger, but that's it.
Eventually the humans put Tiger back in my cat box and the visitors all went away.
I think I proved my point.
|One of the small humans drew|
a picture of me. - Mr Bumpy.
My point was .... smelly old dogs should mind their own business, that's what.
I only had overnight to recover, though. Because there were more visitors the next day.
The smallish humans who live in the roof were visiting.
Mum got them to draw on baubles for Christmas decorations.
One of them drew a picture of me.
Maybe those smallish humans are OK after all. I still haven't really decided. Apparently they like me lots, even though they sometimes try to catch me, instead of waiting for me to come to them.
I don't want them to pick me up and cuddle me yet. I like to be really sure of a human before I have a cuddle with them.
Until next time we meet in the Bloggosphere,
Supreme Feline Overlord.