Saturday, 26 April 2014

What Happened to Caturday?

Hello out there in the Bloggosphere,
Caturday should be all about me!

Being an internet-savvy feline, I know that today is Caturday.

For the uninitiated, that means it's a day to celebrate me and everyone like me.

Caturday is supposed to be about catnip and cream, and furry purry cuteness.  I should be able to do anything I want.

So, I was slightly disappointed to go out into the yard today and find there were small humans out there.

Mum said: "It's Saturday, Bumpy, they're home from school. If you don't want to be with children, go back inside."

Well, really. Who was the silly person who scheduled a Saturday on Caturday?  It must have been a human.

I'm off to the man across the road's yard. He doesn't have children, and he doesn't go outside often enough to notice I'm there.

I'll be back on Monday, or at dinnertime, whichever comes first.

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

Mr Bumpy,
Disgruntled Bloggercat,
Supreme Feline Overlord

Thursday, 24 April 2014

Baby? Why Yes, I'm the Baby.

Yes, I'm the baby.  I'll just lie back and relax while
you carry me around.
Hello out there in the Bloggosphere,

I've decided to be a baby for a while. Just for the fun of it. Well, baby Joey seems to enjoy it.

The other day she was playing on the furry blankey with a rattle.  That's like a jingle ball for babies.  I went and got one of my jingle balls and sat down near her to play.  Mum asked if I wanted it thrown, but I didn't give it to her. I just shook it and rattled it, just like baby Joey did with her rattle.

Baby Joey isn't eating so much of her canned baby food now.  She prefers to have a bit of what the adult humans are eating.  She gets a bit of meat or vegetable or whatever in her fist and gums it away happily.

Get out? But I'm the baby!
So I've stopped eating stinky fish.  It took Mum a little while to catch on, but after three day of throwing out my dinner the next morning, she caught on.  I'll have my dry food, like Joey eats her rusks and baby biscuit things, but then I'll have a little bit of whatever the humans have for dinner - well a bit of the meat or egg bit of whatever the humans are having for dinner - I do have some standards.

Mr 20 (yes, he's had another birthday) wasn't at all surprised to find I had become a baby.  I've always sort of been his baby.  If he picks me up I just relax and lie back and let him carry me anywhere. And he knows I need heaps and heaps of attention.

Mum, however, found it a bit strange. The rattle/jingle ball thing confused her enough.

I can always go back to being
the Supreme Feline Overlord.
Then I started asking to be picked up whenever anyone picked Joey up.  I'm not being silly about it, I know the same person can't hold both of us, so I usually give Joey a little nose kiss and then ask another adult to pick me up.

Mum accused me of being jealous. But she said that as long as I wasn't mean about it, that was OK, I could ask for my share of attention as well. Mean? I wouldn't be mean. I'm enjoying being the baby.

Of course the very best thing about being the baby is that I can do one thing Joey can't do.

Whenever I get bored with being the baby, I can go back to being the Supreme Feline Overlord.



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











Mr Bumpy,
Bloggercat,
Supreme Feline Overlord.

Wednesday, 9 April 2014

Mr Bumpy sings: If I Go Out In the Yard Today

(To the tune of Teddy Bears' Picnic)

If I go out in the yard today I'd better not go alone.
It's lovely out in the yard today but safer to stay at home.
For every child who lives in our roof,
Is gathered there today because
Today's their holiday at home from schoo-ool.


The a curse of being this cute is that they think I'm a toy and not a cat
And if they get a sight of me, then they'll say: "Let's play with Bum-py!"
And every child will want to play
and they're out in the yard because
Today's their holiday at home from schoo-ool.

Holidays for children, the little children are having a wonderful time today.
See them, watch them have their fun,
they like to play and run,
and make a lot of noise.

When lunchtime comes their mother will take them up to eat,
and I'll have the yard at last!
When lunchtime comes their mother will take them up to eat,
and I'll have the yard at last!


Er Mum, when are school holidays over?