Wednesday, 12 April 2017

None of Your Business

"Go away. Can't you see I'm having my
all-important 47th nap of the day." -
Mr Bumpy.
Hello out there in the Bloggosphere,

I'm led to believe the humans were worried about me last night, and a little angry at me this morning.

What can I say? I don't care.  I am the Supreme Feline Overlord, and everyone else can just deal with it.

So I chose to stay out last night after lock-up time. I was doing something.  It's none of your business what I was doing.

Yes, I heard the humans calling and calling.  It didn't matter.  I know the one-way cat door will always let me in later.

I might have missed dinner, but I didn't feel like wet food, and there's always dry food available.

So I stayed out as late as I liked, doing what I liked, and I came in when I liked.

Then I puked on the couch, woke Mum up and insisted she lie on her back so I could rest in the sphinx position on top of her with my rump under her chin.  Of course, I demanded she stroke me exactly five times.  (More or less and I would have bitten her.)

Mum suggested I was a little old for this kind of behaviour, which is just plain ridiculous. I'm in the prime of my life.  I'm not going to be contained by "catproofing" on the fences, and I'm not going to be constrained by any of the humans' silly "rules".

Fanta and Percy claim to have had a more pleasant evening with me gone.  Maybe I should stay home, and make sure they don't forget who is boss.

Anyway, I am going to have my all-important 47th nap of the day now, so go away.

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

Mr Bumpy,
Supreme Feline Overlord.

1 comment:

  1. Bumpy, you shouldn't make your humans worry about you like that.


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