Splendid Isolation by Mr Bumpy Cat
Hello out there in the Bloggosphere,
I am an old cat and I like my personal space. Upstairs I live with just my upstairs human, but sometimes I go downstairs where the downstairs human lives with Fanta and Princess.
The problem with downstairs, is that I don’t always want to be with Fanta and Princess. I find them both annoying. I eat their food, but I don’t want to socialise with them. Sometimes I explain this to them by biting Fanta’s ears, or weeing all over Princess’ stuff.
The downstairs human said, if I wanted to be an only cat I should just go upstairs to be the only cat there. I did not feel like going upstairs.
Then the human started to draw other places I could be an only cat, and she put me in the drawings of imaginary places.
She put me on a mat in a strange room.
Then she put me a long way away in the bush.
She put me in a yard that’s different to ours, and at the end of the rainbow. Does she mean I’m as precious as gold?
Then she put me under a plant and on a roof.
Then she left me in the desert.
Then she said I was welcome to be an only cat elsewhere, but if I come downstairs, I ought to be nice to Fanta and Princess because its their home.
I was so annoyed at the disrespectful treatment, I went back upstairs.
Until next time we meet in the Bloggosphere
Supreme Feline Overlord.
Mr Bumpy Cat, SFO
Mr Bumpy’s origin story takes place in the deep depths of pre-history, when a cute black and white kitten selected a child at the pet shop. When Bumpy refused to let go, the child’s mother had no choice but to pay to buy him. Once in the family home, Bumpy immediately took control as Supreme Feline Overlord of the whole house. Humans and animals were forced to bend to his will. While he is ancient cat now, he still rules the household, iron claw in velvet paw. He is retired, after a ten-year career as a bloggercat.