Nicknames: Beejou, Gumpster, GumpyCat, Grump, Gumpyson, Prince Of Peas, Buddah Belly, Buddah Gump
Birthday: April 18th 1995
Likes: Sunshiney windowsills and catnip!
Pet-Peeves: His canine sibling, the wonder basenji, Stormie and Pixie his baby sister siamese kitty (he thinks she's a flea in disguise!)
Favorite Toy: Fuzzy Mice or anything containing catnip
Favorite Nap Spot: On top of the cat tree in the sunshine
Favorite Food: Chicken and milk
Skills: He climbs my legs very well, and is vocal when he wants something! Gumpyson also does a killer flat-cat!
Arrival Story: I adopted Gumpy when he was 6 weeks old from a lady who had a litter of unexpected kittens. He was a terror from the get-go! He purred and snuggled his way right into my heart. He went from frightened little tabby kitten hiding uder the bed, to king of the castle!
Bio: Gumpy is independent and demanding. He wants held and loved only on his terms, and lucky indeed is the person who's lap he chooses to grace!
Forums Motto: Prince Of Peas
What Makes Him Purrrr: Sunshine, being outside, catnip, tormenting Stormie
I have been a bnoafide wretch lately according to the hooMom.
I want to go outside at inappropriate times.
I want to eat everything that I can get my teeth into to.
I climb the screen doors.
I meow like a banshee!
This all coming from a 12 1/2 year old housecat!
Perhaps it's a moon phase
Or a cat phase.
Well anyway, during the time when the hooMom was sleeping last night, I decided to counter surf.
I found a can of Pringles!
(Loaded baked potato! YUM!)
Which I proceded to knock to the floor and pry the lid off of with my teeth and handy dandy paws.
I munched them down with the help of Nikki (shhhhhhh!).
HooMom has discovered how it is I get along with the dogs so well.
I bribe them with my nighttime raidings!
Who says dogs are smarter than cats?
Dogs don't know a thing about bribery!
Today I turned 12 years old.
My how the time has flown since I was a kitten! It seems like just yesterday I was shredding and killing all of Mom's house plants - she finally got the hint that houseplants are a no-no with me - and knocking over gumball machines onto hardwood floors in the middle of the night to see how high Mom could jump out of a deep sleep and sucking on Mom's fingers to go to sleep at night. Now, it seems as though I'm a senior kitty. This can get played to my fullest advantage, however. If I decide to beat up Sneaks cat, it can be blamed on a cantankerous old man attitude (not that I haven't always been a terror, mind you!). It also means that I get to eat special food and be very finicky about what I like. I'll eat something for a day or two and then turn my nose up at it - Mom calls it refined tastes because Sneaks and Pixie eat everything - for cat's sake, I think they're kitty garbage disposals! I also get to go outside without the entrapments of my harness. It seems I've become trustworthy in my golden years (do not mistake that as boring, however!) I do however, miss the trips to Little Buffalo State Park wearing my spiffy harness and leash! The looks I got there were always priceless! I also miss rides to Mc Donald's for their scrumptious golden french fries. This is the one drawback of country living - it's far away from everything, but the bird and squirrel populations here are not to be rivalled! I must say that I've had a pretty good life so far - no major complaints, except maybe for the basenji that has become the bane of my existence. I've trained him to give me my spot back in the bed (ahhhhhhhhhh! who says dogs can't be trained!), and he actually will steer clear of me on the stairs now - I suppose when I gave him the claw to the eye when he first came to live with me, I made it clear that he was in MY territory. It's good to be a Prince in the eyes of your Momma and it's good to be adored.
Gumpy - Prince Of Peas
My Grammy's beloved Alfalfa kitty went to The Bridge last evening - run free, my pal...
Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.
When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.
All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor. Those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by. The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.
They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent. His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.
You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.