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Keeping the Chair

 Scratchy in a desk chairThe other day I told you about my new computer that my person said she got for her camera.

I was pretty upset that a camera that doesn’t even have a blog would get a computer before I would.

But now I’ve learned that that camera has some competition for the computer.

You see, for a long time now my person has just had a laptop and she didn’t use it at the computer desk.

So the chair at the computer desk has been sitting empty.

Or at least it was sitting empty until Scratchy decided to take it over.

That’s been Scratchy’s chair for a long time.

And it really must be his chair because when my person tries to squeeze in next to Scratchy on the couch he moves.

So she figured he’d move when she sat down on the edge of the computer chair while Scratchy was in it.

But he didn’t.

He stayed on that chair like it was his.

I guess it is his. I don’t want it. It’s much too small for me.

So I guess Scratchy figured that since a computer got put on the desk where his chair is, the computer must be his.

It serves that camera right.

Scratchy watching the computer from the chair

But Scratchy had better not get any ideas about taking over my blog.

 
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Posted by on September 21, 2013 in Bongo, dogs, humor

 

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Cat Mischief

Scratchy on the back of a futonSome people think it’s really cool living with a cat.

That’s because they have no idea what their cat is thinking.

Cats look so innocent and sweet. But deep down inside they are plotting how they can get you.

And when they do something mischievous they purr and rub against you and pretend to be ever so innocent.

And the dog always gets blamed.

You wouldn’t believe how many times I get blamed for things that Scratchy does.

I don’t know why everybody looks to me first.

I’m such a perfect dog. I don’t do anything wrong.

It’s always the cat.

I just wish my people would realize that.

When there’s garbage on the floor – it was the cat.

When the covers are messed up on the bed – it was the cat.

When my hair is all over the furniture that I’m not supposed to be on – it was because Scratchy rubbed up against me and put my hair there.

But finally, I’ve caught Scratchy in the act.

He was up to mischief and no way can he deny it.

And I kind of blame my person for this too.

She put food in my dish before I came back in the house.

I can’t help it if there were some new smells outside that I had to check out.

That’s my job, isn’t it? Making sure the yard is safe from anything causing strange odors.

So anyway, when I did come in I caught Scratchy in the act.

Scratchy eating Bongo's food

And it’s sure good I caught him when I did.

If I’d been a little later I might not have been able to write any more blog posts –

because I would have starved to death.

Don’t ever live with a cat.

P.S. I have some blogging cat friends and they’re okay. They never eat my food.

 
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Posted by on September 2, 2013 in Bongo, dogs, humor

 

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Food on the Table

Bongo near a table of foodI’ve got it all figured out now. All I have to do is convince my person there’s thunder outside and I’m scared to leave the house.

Sometimes I have to get Scratchy to growl – you know that low quiet kind of growl that cats do. And my person will think she’s heard thunder.

Then I get to go.

As soon as I hear the word car I’m out of here and headed for the car door.

 

I don’t care where we’re going as long as I get to go in the car – well, as long as it doesn’t end up at the dog hotel.

Today I really lucked out. I got to go to lunch.

Bongo at the table smiling

I really got excited when they brought the food to the table.

I couldn’t wait to see which plate was mine.

Bongo waiting patiently at the table

I waited patiently. It seemed like it was taking a long time for someone to hand me my plate.

My person got busy talking to our friends who were at the table with us.

I think she forgot all about me. They all started eating and talking.

Hey! Where’s mine?

I finally had to take things into my own hands paws.

Bongo sniffing the food

This one smells the best. It must be mine.

Do you believe it? They pushed me away and nobody shared even one little bite with me.

They ate all their food, and mine too.

Next time I come here, I’m having my plate served on the ground.

 
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Posted by on August 7, 2013 in Bongo, dogs, humor

 

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Weed Pulling Traitor

cat lying in a yardSomething is terribly wrong with this picture.

And my person is a real traitor. I think I can even get Scratchy to stand with me on this.

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Bongo cornering Scratchy under a desk

Well, maybe.

You see, my person said she was going out to pull weeds in the front yard.

And she wouldn’t let me come with her because there’s no fence in the front.

I would stay in the yard. Really. For a minute anyway.

So my person went out and left me in the house.

She didn’t bother to tell me she already had a helper.

Cat eating grass

And she let that cat eat my weeds.

I like weeds. I could have eaten all of them myself.

But that’s not even the worst part.

back of cat's head next to railroad tie

That cat looks awfully close to my person in that picture.

My person is only supposed to be close to me. No other animals allowed.

Okay Scratchy – maybe a little bit to you.

But not to that strange neighbor cat!

Oh dear! It’s a good thing I got hold of my person’s camera and checked her pictures out.

Cat on a lap

Is that cat sitting on my person’s lap?

This calls for measures of the strictest kind.

My person will no longer be allowed to pull weeds without my supervision.

And next time she goes out to pull some –

I’ve got a cat to chase.

 
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Posted by on July 24, 2013 in Bongo, dogs, humor

 

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My Chance to Post

Scratchy on the back of the couchThis is Scratchy here.

Bongo’s been gone in the dog hotel for a few days now.

He must be running out of adventures because I didn’t find a post on his blog today.

So now’s my chance. I’m getting on the computer and filling in for him.

Don’t tell him I did this. He always gets really mad at me when I try to take over his blog.

But I don’t have anything better to do anyway.

I’ve been hanging out here all by myself all week.

It’s been really nice not having Bongo to harass me, but it’s kind of lonely too.

I couldn’t even steal Bongo’s food because there wasn’t any.

Scratchy eating Bongo's food

It’s really hard to get into mischief when nobody else is around.

And it’s especially hard to make sure Bongo gets all the blame for my mischief when he isn’t even here.

I do get a visit sometimes from my friends from across the street, but they don’t care if I’m up to mischief.

Oh wait. I think I hear something.

Is that Bongo?

Is he coming home already.

I’d better get off his blog quick.

Please don’t tell him I did this.

Scratchy

Scratchy

 

Oh, it’s you Bongo.

Wake me up when you’ve got something to say.

 
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Posted by on July 12, 2013 in Bongo, dogs, humor

 

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Floor Competition

Bongo on the kitchen floor ignoring an oliveThis is so ridiculous! It’s dog abuse. Of the worst kind.

Here’s what happened.

I was minding my own business, taking a nap in the hall, when my people called me over to do my dogly duty.

Taking care of something that was spilled on the floor.

I understand it’s a dog’s job to clean up spills and usually I appreciate the work.

But this time there was only one thing spilled.

And you know what it was? An olive.

I hate olives!

How could my people abuse me so much by telling me to clean up something so disgusting?

So after I refused to do my dogly duty Scratchy decided to get into the act.

He came over to my person and started begging.

Scratchy never begs. He hardly likes anything but cat food.

And you know what my person did?

She gave Scratchy some of the tuna out of her sandwich.

And then a piece of lettuce dropped out of her sandwich.

Scratchy ate it.

Scratchy eating food off the floor

Scratchy doesn’t like lettuce. He’s never eaten a piece of lettuce in his life.

I like lettuce.

There is not room in this house for two spill cleaners. Something’s got to be done.

By the way, if you think Scratchy is going to win out on the spill cleaning duties…

Scratchy didn’t eat the olive either.

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Posted by on July 1, 2013 in Bongo, dogs, humor

 

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Gizmo’s Gone

Gizmo being petted while Bongo looksOne of my friends came over today and I was really happy to see him. He hardly ever comes over here so it was a special treat.

Until I discovered that all he wanted to do was say hi to Gizmo.

This is becoming a regular pattern around here. What’s going on? Why am I losing out to a cat so often lately?

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Bongo licking someone's face

Come on! What about me? I can give better loves than a cat any day.

See if you ever get kisses like that from Gizmo.

Gizmo being held with Bongo looking on

What? Holding Gizmo now?

Your arms are going to get tired.

You don’t have to hold me. Just attach yourself to my leash and I’ll take you wherever you want to go.

Besides, I don’t think Gizmo likes being held. I’d never hold him.

You’d better put him down and give me a few loves.

Gizmo being put into a cat cage while Bongo looks

Hey! Where are you putting Gizmo?

When I said to put him down I just meant on the floor or the couch.

Bongo looking at Gizmo in a cat cage

Gizmo, what are you doing in there? This is terrible.

I wouldn’t wish a cage on anyone. Not even a cat.

Well, maybe Scratchy. But he always gets out of his cage eventually.

Bongo pushing Gizmo in the cat cage with his nose

Hold on Gizmo! I’ll rescue you.

Maybe if I push this thing over we’ll find a way for you to escape.

Gizmo being carried away in the cat cage with Bongo looking on

Noooo! Where are you going Gizmo?

Your younger person’s house? That’s one of your younger people? How many people do you have anyway?

This is terrible! Just when I was getting used to having Gizmo around.

Oh, ummm. I mean, good riddance Gizmo. One less cat around to harass me.

Scratchy, don’t you have an extra younger person around that can take you away?

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Posted by on June 22, 2013 in Bongo, dogs, humor

 

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Outnumbered

Scratchy looking behind the couchScratchy, what are you doing? What’s back there behind that couch?

You’re not hiding something from me back there are you?

How come you’re not saying, Scratchy?

I guess I’d better check this out for myself.

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Gizmo behind the couch

What is that back there behind the couch?

That’s not what I think it is, is it?

Scratchy, what have you been doing?

Did you bring a friend in here?

Scratchy following another cat

This is terrible! What am I going to do? There are two of them now.

Scratchy, please tell me you just invited a friend over for the day.

It’s what? Today is Hug Your Cat Day?

And now I’ve got to hug two cats?

Okay Scratchy, come here. I’ll give you a hug.

Oh.

You don’t want me to hug you and you figured you’re safe now that this other cat is here.

Then he’s leaving as soon as I hug him, right?

Gizmo arched up on the back of a couch

I don’t think he wants a hug.

So what happens if I don’t hug him? He’ll still go away, right?

What!? June is Adopt a Cat Month?

If I don’t hug him, he stays?

I’m outnumbered! This is going to be a terrible month.

What I want to know is – what month is Trade a Cat for a Dog Month?

 
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Posted by on June 4, 2013 in Bongo, dogs, humor

 

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Not Me

Bongo near a messy bedHey person, you forgot to make your bed this morning. You’d better make it. It looks pretty messy.

What in the world are you talking about?

You’re trying to blame me because you didn’t make your bed?

I’m not even allowed on your bed. My bed’s down on the floor next to yours. I might mess my bed up, but I would never mess yours up.

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An unmade bed

I don’t know why there’s a pillow and a blanket right where you sleep. Maybe you slept on top of them.

How would you know if you slept on them or not? You were asleep.

Well, if you didn’t mess up your bed like that then it must have been Scratchy. You let him sleep on the bed.

How come you let Scratchy sleep on the bed and not me?

Scratchy on bed with Bongo below

That is totally unfair. You’re showing favoritism to cats.

That’s what you get for it. Scratchy got on your bed while you were gone and totally messed it up.

I wasn’t going to tell, but he’s just gone too far this time.

What do you mean, you don’t believe me? Of course Scratchy did it.

Bongo looking innocent in front of the messy bed

Look into my eyes, person. I did not mess up that bed.

That bed is not even messed up. What you see is a perfectly well made bed.

You will get into bed like normal tonight, without noticing anything awry.

What?

What do you mean, this isn’t working?

I didn’t do it. Really.

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Posted by on June 3, 2013 in Bongo, dogs, humor

 

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Quail on the Trail

Bongo looking the other wayThis time of year it’s never quiet on my trails. Birds are always out there making a ruckus, but the ones who seem to have the most interesting conversations are the quail.

Quail hang around here all year, but in the winter we don’t see them much. They hang out in the bushes until I get near – then they make some little gobbly noises and run off.

Silly quail. If they’d stay put and quiet I’d only know they were near because of their smell – and my person wouldn’t know they were there at all.

But now that the weather has gotten warmer those quail are everywhere.

I go out in my backyard…

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Quail walking along fence

and find them on the fence.

I go in the front yard…

Quail leaving a driveway

and they’re in my driveway.

I head to my trails…

Quail on a fence

and they’re on the trail neighbor’s fence.

Or they’re up in a tree…

Quail in a tree

calling out for a mate.

And those mate callers don’t have a little gobbly kind of call. They’re loud and it sounds more like a cawing kind of call. I guess they’re really desperate for a girlfriend.

But sometimes those quail are tricky. Sometimes they make a different kind of sound. It sounds almost like a kitten in the bushes.

Maybe I should take Scratchy out on the trails with me.

Scratchy on the Couch

He’d find that kitten quail for sure.

 

 

 
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Posted by on May 23, 2013 in Bongo, dogs, humor

 

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