Since Bongo hasn’t been on his blog for a few days I might as well take advantage of it.
This is a perfect day to post my colors.
In the summer when it’s hot one of my favorite places to sleep is in the bathroom.
On the nice, cool tile.
While the cats sleep on the futon.
Plotting against me, I’m sure.
But something went wrong.
I’m not sure what happened.
Maybe there was a cat fight or something.
Gizmo, could you at least give me my mat back?
Okay, I’ve got to tell you what’s been going on at my house while I’ve been absent from my blog.
There seems to be a great jealousy of my dog jail kennel from the cats.
I guess they wish they had one as nice as mine.
But I’m guarding it and I might need to put a sign up that says “No Cats Allowed!”
So the cats have had to settle for second best.
Scratchy had to go to the vet the other day so his cat jail was sitting out.
And he’s claiming it – or guarding it – or something.
Who would want your silly old cat cage anyway Scratchy?
It’s too little to be any good.
Now Gizmo, not to be left out, had to get creative.
He made his own little cubby.
Not as good as mine…
But I have to admit that Gizmo is innovative.
Or is that in na box?
Something happened while I was at the dog hotel.
The cats I live with took over my blog.
Do you believe it?
Cats on my blog!
And they tried to keep it a secret.
But one of my blogging buddies spilled the beans.
So I had to do something.
And I did.
I sent Scratchy to the vet.
Scratchy hates the vet.
And they must not like him either.
When I go to the vet I get treats and loves.
Scratchy doesn’t get any treats or loves.
It was the perfect punishment for Scratchy.
But now I’ve got to figure out what to do about Gizmo.
He’s the chief instigator these days.
I’m open for ideas.
It’s been really quiet lately.
No Bongo around.
Peaceful, but kind of boring.
Hey Scratchy, check this out.
There aren’t any posts on it.
We can do whatever we want and he won’t notice.
I think I’d better hang out by the door now.
I need some advance notice when Bongo comes back.
Today is Eat Beans Day.
I was so excited when I heard that.
I mean, any holiday that has to do with food is okay by me.
I got out my can of beans and was ready to go when my person had to spoil the fun.
She reminded me of the last time I celebrated Eat Beans Day.
It wasn’t even on the right day so it shouldn’t count.
But I suddenly didn’t have an appetite for beans anymore.
And I’d better warn you about what can happen on Eat Beans Day.
Here’s what happened to me.
Hey person, look at this pretty pattern I made on the carpet. Doesn’t it look nice?
What? I’m in trouble for that? No way!
I didn’t do it person. Honest, I swear. Scratchy did it. Look, he’s standing right over there. I just saw it and thought it was pretty. You know how much he likes to go counter surfing.
What do you mean, most of the beans are missing? I don’t know what happened to them. Did you check under the furniture? Maybe Scratchy ate them.
I bet he could. I bet Scratchy could eat that many beans if he really put his mind to it. Can we go for a walk now? I really feel like I need to go for a walk.
Aaaahhhhh! That feels much better. Relief!
What!? You found the missing beans? Oh no!
Where are they?
I know they’re around here somewhere.
Maybe under here.
They must be somewhere else.
I’ll find those cats.
You know what those cats did to me?
They tied me up in dog jail.
And I was stuck there all day.
I’ll get those cats if it’s the last thing I do.
And when I find them I’m giving them what for.
They deserve every bit of it.
Those cats are nowhere to be found.
Guess I’ll take a break.
I don’t believe it.
Normally I can’t get rid of those cats.
But now that I want to find them they don’t seem to be anywhere.
I’d better get some help.
Hey person, I’m worried about those cats.
We’d better track them down.
“Hey Scratchy, what are we going to do about Bongo?”
“He’s locked up in dog jail Gizmo. I don’t think we have to do anything.”
“But what if he gets out?”
“He won’t get out. He never has yet. He couldn’t even chew his way out during a thunderstorm.”
“I’ve got a friend visiting today. What if she opens the door and lets him out?”
“Oh, yeah you’re right Gizmo. What about this rope here?”
“That rope’s too short to tie Bongo up with. But I’ve got a better idea.”
“Great idea Gizmo. That was brilliant.”
“He’ll never get out of that dog jail now, will he Scratchy?”
“Not a chance. And Bongo will finally realize that not everyone who comes here to visit is coming specifically for his benefit.”
“She’ll never be able to get Bongo out of there. She’ll probably give up before she even tries.”
“I’ll bet she won’t even notice that rope anyway because we both know she’s coming over here to see me.”
“Hey Bongo, are you having fun in there?”
This blog post was brought to you by “the cats.”
I’m trying to ignore what’s going on behind me, but it doesn’t look good.
Most of the time Gizmo and Scratchy are hanging out in different rooms of the house.
I hardly ever see them together except when my person feeds them.
And then I’m not paying much attention because I’m so busy eating.
But I’m getting really concerned right now.
It looks like a cat conspiracy to me.
They never hang out on the same couch together.
They must be planning something.
I wonder how I can get them to move without getting any claws in my face.
Hey person, can you throw the ball again?
The cat party is still going on around here.
Didn’t anybody tell Scratchy that parties only last a few hours?
They’re not supposed to go on for days.
And these cats are getting into so much mischief.
Look at this!
They’re hanging out on the bed.
I’m not allowed on the bed.
And if I even go near the couch I get yelled at.
But look where all those cats are sleeping.
It’s no fair. It’s just not fair!
Somebody’s got to do something about these cats.
What are you doing Tiberius?
No cat’s gonna come rubbing up on me.
I’m outta here!
Can somebody please help me?