Peaceable Kingdom

Well - I wouldn't say that Pumpy and I are thrilled with this DOG but we are managing to sit together as you can see by this shadowy photo.

That dog is so dumb. She does tricks for food and everything. Yuck. Pumpy and I would never do tricks for food (although we aren't too proud to beg, I must admit.)

Grandma Pat is coming today. Pumpy and I are going to go upstairs and keep her bed warm until she gets here.

Dog Days of Summer

Boy - things sure have been busy around here with this dog hanging around. Man... what a baby!! She cries when she's left alone and she follows everyone around like a ... like a... well, like a puppy dog! She even tries to sit with me and Pumpy when the beans aren't looking. Good grief! I allowed her on the sofa for a few minutes the other day (see above) but otherwise I just leave the area when she starts her panting and flopping around looking for attention.

News from the Bunker Part Two

Bwhaaahahahaha.... the dog isn't allowed on the furniture but I AM. Last night I got to sit on the sofa with the beans while the dog was on the floor. Also, I get to sleep in bed with them but the dog isnt' allowed on the bed. Bwhahahahahah.

I also got to sneak some of her food which was fun.

I haven't had to bop her on the nose yet but believe me I will if necessary.

Thanks for all of your support during this very trying time for me.

News from the Bunker

Meanwhile from my command centre, I have been observing the new monster: identified as a "King Charles". King? Pah! Doesn't look very regal to me! (And I know Royalty!) The monster enters the garden on frequent visits. Even in the rain. "The Rain of King Charles" - ha! I crack myself up.

No matter. At least I have Pumpy. And my morning breakfast milk. I wish Pumpy would stand up to the critter a bit though. He's supposed to be my bodyguard (as well as my bed warmer!)

I will sneak out more news as the situation develops.

S.O.S.o.m

Save Our Saucer of Milk!!! As discussed in my last post... I do now have photographic evidence of the INTRUDER! Don't be fooled by those large floppy ears. There are teeth in the WOOFIE's jaw and sharp un-retracted claws - a sure sign this monster is angling for a fight! And it is forever coming up close (well to Pumpy) and (ugh) "sniffing!!!" Pumpy seems to have almost ACCEPTED this newcomer. He just lies inert and then occassionally moves away. Where's my Princess Protection? Where's my Cat Protection League? Oh woe, what am I to do?

Treachery!!!

Infamy! Infamy! They all have it In For Me. My loyal subjects. Distressing news. Painful news. My previously loyal female-bean, feeder thingy... What do you call them? Human... sorry, I'm really too distressed to be coherent.... Has brought into MY Domain a dog!? Yes, a WOOFIE! What's worse there are mentions of it being King! My initial engagements have demonstrated that I'm Queen of this land! I've hissed, spit, furred up and held the high ground. Hopefully this usurper will go away. I am writing this from my "safe room": under the big beans' bed. And I will stay here until that Woofie goes away. I will sneak some photos out and show you what a ferocious beast it is!

Temptations

My friends, today, for the first time in my life, I have had temptations. Oh I've heard plenty about them but a certain someone never brought them home - until today. And now I know, on a very profound level, why everyone writes so enthusiastically about them. They're just down right addictive. Pumpy and I were asleep and the aroma of the package roused us immeditately. As the package was opened we sprang up and devoured them. Then Pumpy and I had a fight. Is fighting normal after a temptation snack?

One more thing... very odd indeed. The woman brought home a PINK dog collar and some dog treats.