You might remember my smelly old doggy brother Mr Woof, who died a while ago.
|Meeting my new "sister" Fantasia.|
Well, I don't miss him at all.
But Mum kept saying she missed him. She has me, and a cage of birds, why on earth would she want a dog? Get over it Mum. He's gone. And so much the better, right?
Well, today, she and the other humans did something totally unthinkable. They went to the Animal Welfare League of Queensland, and came back with, you guessed it, a dog.
It's a little Staffordshire bull terrier, named Fantasia. The humans mostly call her "Fanta", although I've also heard Mr 20 call her "Fancy Pants."
Mum says it won't be long before Miss Fanta and I are cuddling up together the way Mr Woof and I did. I personally don't remember any cuddling.
|The friendship between Mr Woof and Mr Bumpy,|
that Mr Bumpy does not remember. - Mum.
Baby Joey and Fanta are great friends already. A little while ago, Fanta was walking around the room carrying Joey's toy meerkat, while Joey was chewing Fanta's toy bone.
Mum seemed to think that was a problem, but Joey and Fanta were quite happy with the situation.
There is one problem.... My door is too small for Fanta. I ran through it with her following, and she followed - but only her head got through. Mum should have got a photo of that but she seemed more concerned with un-stuck-ing the stuck dog.
So now the back door is partly open, which is letting all the air conditioning out. I could have told Mum that a dog would not be a good idea. She says, we'll just get a new pet door soon.
Until we meet next time in the Bloggosphere,
Supreme Feline Overlord.