Tuesday, 16 September 2014

Mostly Harmless

Hello out there in the Bloggosphere,
With Mr 20, I'm always loving,
and will relax for scratchies.

You might not know this, but I have more than one purrsonality.

When I'm with Mr 20, I'm always loving and cuddly.

I just love to be with him, and he can stroke me, cuddle me, brush me, or just sit with me. I don't care. As long as I'm with him, I'm a purrfectly happy, beautifully behaved cat.

I'll just relax for scratchies or any other attention for Mr 20.

When I'm with Mum, however, it's different.

Sometimes, I want to be her loving friend, and I'll lie on her lap and purr while she strokes me.

Sometimes, I take over the bed.

But at other times, a very different Mr Bumpy appears for Mum.


Sometimes Demanding Bumpy appears for Mum. I scratch and bite to get her to do things for me.

I'll claw her face or bite her nose to get her out of bed if I think she's sleeping in too long.

I'll sit on the back of the couch and claw her head if she hasn't given me my stinky fish on time.  She says my time for demanding stinky fish gets earlier each day, but I don't believe that.

If she moves when I'm comfortable on her, I'll grab on tight with my claws.

Mum says for her I'm just an evil cat.

For Baby Joey, I'm a different cat again.

I'm a very patient mentor for her.

I've been teaching her how to be a cat.  She does some things very well. She's good at playing with cat toys, and she wants to try Friskies (but mean old Mum keeps taking her away from them.)

So, if she drools a bit when she rubs her head on me, I quietly tolerate it.  After all, I'm the one who taught her that we greet each other with head bumps and head rubs.

If she grabs, or pushes too hard stroking me, I just quietly walk away.  I don't bite or scratch her.  She's still learning.

She'll be a great cat one day, that baby.  If only she'd stop walking around on just her back legs! (She'd started out on four legs, getting around very well, and then seemed to forget how to do it.)

When I'm out in the yard, I'm a big, brave, jungle cat.

Birds, and anything else that might invade my territory beware.  Nothing gets in the way of the king of the jungle.

I stalk, I hide, I pounce.

I am the expert at camouflage.

I am silent and deadly.

I am master of all I survey.

I rule my jungle kingdom with an iron claw. See me and tremble! Or worse, don't see me until it's too late to tremble.

In the garden, my true animal nature comes out.

So that's me. I'm a far more complicated cat than anyone normally realises.

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


Mr Bumpy,
Bloggercat,
Complicated Supreme Feline Overlord.

5 comments:

  1. Be nice to your Mum, Mr Bumpy—she feeds you!

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  2. You know how to adapt yourself to every situation Bumpy, well done ! Don't be too hard with your mom, she holds the keys of the food's cupboard ! Purrs

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  3. Hi Mr Bumpy !
    Found my way to you from The Swiss Cats :)
    Me too have split personality , when I´m with my dad-person I´m all cuddly and calm , but when my mom-person come´s home from work I run around like a maniac and demand her to play with me :)

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  4. You sure have several personalities, Mr. Bumpy. We're glad you're teaching Baby Joey good.

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  5. Hmmm I am wondering if you are mad at Mommy for bringing the little human in? Could that be it? Love, Cody http://www.catchatwithcarenandcody.com

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