Wednesday, March 16, 2011

Bingo is Catstacular

Greetings Humans! I am Bingo and I live in California. Please join me for an extraordinary day out on my farm. I love to sniff the air and feel the new grass leaves between my toes. It's spring and there is no better time to be a cat!

Maybe I spoke too soon . . . Da da da dum... da da da dum.... (Sometimes I wish I had my own orchestra). There is a large brown animal in my creek. She is no stranger to our land. SHE is the largish puppy named Scout, who invaded our property about 9 months ago. I do not like her . . .

To begin with, Scout the dog sploshes and slops and slurps up water. She is very undignified and has awful manners. Then she likes to sneak my cat food when no one is guarding it because she is a thief. And WORST of all she likes to CHASE ME!

Oh, has she seen me yet? I sure hope not. The Tall Lady, my personal human, has been trying to train her to not chase us cats, but when she is not around the dog is accountable to no one. She likes to torment me. I don't think I can scratch her well enough to dissuade her pursuit. But I run faster than Scout the dog. She can NOT catch me!

Just to be on the safe side of the cat-dog relationship, I think I'll hightail it out of here in a fast but casual manner and hope for the best on higher ground. I am Bingo, The Mighty Adventurer, but even I have my limits.

OH NO!!!! She has spotted me! I must run . . . NOW!

The humiliation, the suffering, the embarrassment. I am shamed to call my self a cat. But I'd rather be a cat with all my fur than a cat in the mouth of the beastly dog. Woe is me.

Now that I have shown you how wimpy I am, I bet you won't believe that the Tall Lady wrote a children's picture book about me. It's called Bingo's Big Adventure. In this photo documentary I meet another scary cat on my farm, I climb a spectacular tree and I even chase a vicious rooster. Yep. I sulked along after that foul fowl until he spotted me . . . and then I . . . um . . . um . . . ran home to my human mommy the Tall Lady that is . . . So basically I am a "chicken" dressed in cat fur. But that is how cats survive is it not.

Well, I need to back down this tree some time soon and get myself in the house. That is, after the DOG leaves. Then I can retire for my much needed nap. Thanks for viewing my personal cat trauma.

Bye for now!