Pringles - Happiness In A Can

Purrrrrrrrrrs!
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.
Who knows?
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!
HA!
Who says dogs are smarter than cats?
Dogs don't know a thing about bribery!

;o)
Headbonks,
Gump the ' tater chip thief

A purrfect day for a birthday

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.
Purrs,
Gumpy - Prince Of Peas

In memory of a kitty guru

My Grammy's beloved Alfalfa kitty went to The Bridge last evening - run free, my pal...

Rainbow Bridge
~Author Unknown

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.

Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together....

I broke in on a Mom/Dog tradition

Everynight Mom eats a cup of yogurt. She gives each of the dogs a bite and then gives them the container to lick clean. Well tonight my nose caught a wiff of something quite yummy. What have I been missing out on?! I'll tell you - yogurt! YUMMY! I love the stuff! I sniffed Mom's spoon, my whiskers quivered, and I licked it tentatively - it was heavenly!!!! I think I got Stormie's tail in a twist over my new-found yogurt enthusiasm - I plan on crashing that tradition everynight!

My Tail of Devotion for Bubba Gump

This is a special Tail of Devotion

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Somethings Squirrely

See that squirrel in my main picture? It's a REAL squirrel - one of the babies Mom is raising. I think it looks like lunch! M'mmmmmmmmm! I've heard nothing but good things about squirrel potpie...errrr, sorry Mom....I mean that squirrel is my new best-friend...yeah, that's what I meant! mol!

Bah Hum Bug!!!!

That Mother of mine is SO insulting! I can't believe she made ME, MOI, The Prince of Peas wear Reindeer antlers on my head!!!! I hope she gets coal in her stocking for that, or that I get tons of extra catnip!!!! Some days I swear the woman does not understand The Royal Highness that is her first born cat son, or she wouldn't do such mean things to me!

Todays Purrs and Mews

I got a present from a dog?!?! I'm very confused by that! Usually all I get from the resident K9's is a mean look and an occasional growl! But not Marlowe!!! He's cool!!!!!! He sent all of us toys for his birthday celebration! How cool is that?!?! Maybe Mom should trade in Nikki and Stormie for the nice dog, Marlowe....hmmmm...I wonder how much shipping to pooches would cost from PA to AZ? hehehe! errrrrrrrrrrr......Just kidding Mom...I heard that threat about grounding me from my cat-nip....hehe!





p.s. If you're Marlowe's Mom or any other owner of nice dogs and want to make a trade cat mail me......hehe! ;-)

Gump's Mom - "Hmmmmmm, hmmmmmm Mr. Gump! Quit trying to ship off your k9 siblings! It's not going to work!"
Gump - "Grrrrrrr! Mom...quit "eavesdropping" on MY diary, would ya? "

Sharing Is Over Rated!

HUMPH!!!! Humph! HUMPH!!!!!!!!!
I have to share not only my cat food and catnip stash with the little stray that Mom calls Sneaks, but I also must share Mom's attention!!! This just stinks! That Sneaks has really messed up my outside time with Mom! I used to be able to go outside with Mom to investigate things every once in awhile, but since Sneaks made an appearance, my outdoor visits have been curtailed! Mom thinks I'll be mean and chase the kitten...and I might, but this was my house first dangit! I don't know why I'm forced to share!!! Grrrrrrrrr!

I met the stray kitty.....

Wednesday night I meandered out the front door. I'd heard Mom mention something about a stray kitten around our house, but figured it was just some nonsense rambling. I noticed a bag of cat food outside, but just figured it was reserves for me. Not the case at all! I saw a little tabby cat with a white chest run under my porch! I followed close on it's heels. We meowed at each other, but nothing else, 'cuz Mom came in after me and the kitten ran away. Mom's trying real hard to make it not afraid of her anymore, but it's slow going. I've been pesting now at the door to get back out to see my new pal, but without much luck. Mom calls me a heathen sometimes, especially around other cats (so what if I like to bite them and show them I'm boss?). We'll see how this all plays out. I sure don't want any more indoor competition for Mom's affection, but the kitty might be OK if it stays outside.