Sunday, 28 June 2015

Big Brother is Watching You

Hello Everyone,

Zorro's Mum (from Switzerland) and my Mum
(from Australia) met in England.
I've been looking back through the old posts on mrbumpycat.com, and discovered Mr Woof's Awesome Animals interviews.

I think they were such a good idea, I will do some.

My first is with Zorro from The Swiss Cats. Zorro's family is a bit like mine, there is a big brother (Zorro) and a little sister (Pixie).

Oh, and Zorro's Mum knows my Mum. They met in England last year.

So this is my first ever Awesome Animal interview, all about being a big brother.  I hope you like it.

Licks and tail wags,
Miss Fantasia Dog.
(You can call me Fanta.)



Fanta: I don't think my big brother liked me at first.  Did you like Pixie when you first met her?

Zorro: Well, she was so tiny! First, I wonder what was that little ball of fur. Then I smell her while she was sleeping, and she smelled good. The day after she went to pee in my litter box. Mum was afraid of a kind of possible nuclear war.., but I felt overwhelmed by her cuteness and I rather gave her a good bath.

Fanta: So you decided very quickly that you liked her?

Zorro: Yes. She was irresistible, and I wanted so much someone to play with me!

Fanta: What is the best thing about being a big brother?

Zorro: First, you're the boss. At least the first six months.Then, you can teach what you know: how to catch a bird, where to barf, ...

Fanta: Is there anything you don't like about being a big brother?
Zorro still bathes his little sister Pixie,
even though she's all grown up now.

Zorro: When Pixie made some mischief under my supervision, I was often told it was my fault, which is totally unfair. And then my sweet little sister is grown up and I wonder if I'm still the boss.

Fanta: So she sometimes gets you into trouble?  Are there times you get into mischief together as well?

Zorro: When she was four months old, I gave her an almost dead birdie. She brought it inside, and I got the blame! But now, we love to drive our humans nuts at bedtime.We have to go inside so that they can shut the cat flap. But when I come in, Pixie goes out it's so much fun!

Fanta: That sounds like lots of fun.  My last question might be the most important.  Do you have any advice for other big brothers, for example my catty big brother Mr Bumpy?

Zorro: Don't forget to educate your young sisfur or brofur how to train humans: it's the most important. And how to make them feel guilty if you're not their first priority. Give your young sisfur or brofur one or two wacky paws : if you don't know why, they sure do.

Fanta: Thank you Zorro, you are truly a wise and caring big brother.  (And we've got the guilt thing well and truly covered here.)

Zorro: Well done !

Sunday, 21 June 2015

Bad Bumpy

"I'm a good girl." - Miss Fantasia Dog.
Oh hello,

I'm not sure if you realise this, but I'm a very good girl.

I'm always good.

Oh, unless there's cupcakes involved, or cupboard doors I can open. (I wonder why Mum and Mr D put that childproof catch on the animal food cupboard?)

Mr Bumpy, on the other hand, is very, very bad.

Today, Mum and I were playing "chase the squeaky piggy".  Well, I was chasing.  Mum doesn't chase very well, she just throws. But, even allowing for Mum's lack of chasing ability, we were having quite a bit of innocent fun chasing the piggy down the hall and back.  I put in a few spectacular high leaps, as well.

(Oh, the picture, that's not the piggy.  That was my cuddly bunny.  I loved that cuddly bunny very much. Then it suddenly spontaneously exploded and there was bunny stuffing everywhere.  I don't know how it happened.  It happens to all my soft toys, eventually, no matter how much I love them.)

Well, as I said, there we were, innocently chasing a squeaky piggy down the hall, when I heard and smelled something odd.  I stood still, looking towards the back door.

Mum was squeaking the piggy, saying, "Fanta, Fanta, ready to catch the piggy?"

But I wasn't looking at Mum.  I was looking the other way.

"What's wrong? Had enough playing?" Mum said, just as Bumpy sauntered in, dragging a bird.

He watched to make sure Mum had seen what he was doing and started to run (well, Mum can't really run, but it was a fast limp.)  And he darted into her room and under the bed.

Bumpy planned this out really well.  He did it just as Mr D had left to go to Brisbane.  He knows Mum can't get under the bed.

I really don't understand Mr Bumpy.  I certainly would never think to kill another animal and bring it into the house. I'm just in shock.

Really, Mr Bumpy is a very, very bad cat.

On the other hand.  I am a perfectly good doggy.

Now, I think I'll get under the bed... just to tell Bumpy what a bad cat he is, not to make the problem worse in any way.

Good-bye for now,
Miss Fantasia Dog.
(Call me Fanta.)