Know what I did yesterday?  I slept.  Oh, I know.  It’s not earth-shattering news that I slept, but yesterday was different.  I only bugged AH for vittles once.  Usually it’s at least three or four times.  And when he shuts down the office to go downstairs?  That’s typically my time to start working him for some outside time.  But not yesterday.  I slept all the way through it.  I think it’s the change in the weather, as it’s cold again today.  Like my body was thinking it was Spring, only to be tricked because it’s still Winter.  Or something like that.

So, those pictures I promised?  Action shots of yours truly?  Unless you wanted many, many pictures of me sleeping, you’re out of luck.  However, I did manage to wake up long enough to do this.

Have a great day, and I’ll see you tomorrow.

The Wumpus

The good news?  FP got the message about my wetfood screed yesterday.  Don’t know what she’s going to do with the leftovers - maybe feed to it AH - but it appears it’s not going to fill my bowl again anytime soon.  Or we’ll see come this weekend.

Not much else going on.  Oh, it snowed yesterday.  Yes.  Snowed.  Saturday was sunny and 60.  Yesterday it snowed.  Not much stuck around and it really didn’t count as snow.  But it was snowing.  And even I know better than to think about going outside when it’s snowing.  On the bright side?  Fire in the woodstove last night.

And that’s about it for my Monday.  I’ve been reminded it’s been awhile since I posted any pics, so that’ll be my goal today.  Pictures of me.  Admit it.  I’m irresistible.  And humble.  Pics tomorrow.  See you then.

The Wumpus

An interesting weekend, to be sure.  For one, they threw me a fake on taking off for the weekend.  The big, black boxes were out, as was my carry case.  I thought for sure we were going somewhere.  But we didn’t.  So, I was relieved.  For sure.

Oh, but that’s not all.  I got into trouble, and actually got swatted on the butt for this one.  See, AH was taking out some cans and bottles, and he left the door open while he was out.  He typically does this and I know better than to try and make a run for it.  But not this time.  I was out in a flash and he had to chase me down.  He wasn’t very happy.

I’m not sure why I’ve done this twice now.  I know there’s trouble out there in the form of wile e. coyotes, and I know I’m going to be in trouble when I do it.  I blame the weather and the fresh grass.

The good part?  I was let out several times over the weekend, including some afternoon time in the sun with FP.

Speaking of FP, she is failing in her duties to be the Food Provider.  For some reason, she bought me a new type of wetfood.  I don’t like it.  Any of it.  At all.  The first couple times, I sniffed it and walked off.  That always makes her happy.  Heh.  But then she kept putting it out there, and I simply stopped bothering to ask anymore.  I don’t get it.  I’m open to pretty much everything - like the bits of steak I scored last night - but when I don’t like something, I don’t like it.  And continuing to put it out there expecting a different result could - could - lead to a strategically placed Wumpus Biskit if corrective action isn’t taken.

OK.  Enough whining.  The sun is out, it’s a bit chilly but there’s some sniffing to be done.  See you tomorrow.

The Wumpus

Confidential to FP:  Knock it off with the food, mkay?

Bad news this morning.  The big, black boxes are out.  Both of them.  That means they’re both going somewhere.  But if that isn’t bad enough?  My carrying case is also out.  That means I’m going, too.  I have no idea when.  I have no idea where.  But I don’t like it.  At all.

Oh, and it’s Friday.  Bah.  I’m not much in a whoo-hoo mood about it, though.

Wish me luck, and I’ll see you on Monday.  I hope.

The Wumpus

I was greeted with a bit of a surprise last night.  I got to go outside.  Unannounced, no less.

See, over the last couple weeks AH has been taking off in the afternoons.  Of course he doesn’t bother to tell me where he’s going.  He just takes off.  And that leaves me without a vittle freshener upper.  Anyway, he leaves for a couple hours and by the time he comes home there’s not much light left outside.  And not much light left means no outside time for me.  Except now it’s staying light out longer.  So when he got home yesterday, I decided to see if I could play it into some outside time.  And I did.

Not out for long.  Got a bit of grass and politely suggested he clean up the leaves from last year.  Came back inside and topped off my grass appetizer with a bit of vittles.  And then went back to bed.  Not bad, if I say so myself.

And today?  The sun is shining bright, and I’ve got some sniffing to do.  See you tomorrow.

The Wumpus

Sigh.

EATONTOWN, NJ.  - An attendant at a Monmouth County animal shelter was charged with animal cruelty after he killed two cats in the shelter’s surgical recovery room, authorities said.

Police said Daniel Mann, 31, of Belmar was arrested Monday after other workers at the Monmouth County Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals shelter reported they saw him strangle one cat and throw another cat to the ground head first.

Mann was held on $30,000 bail in Monmouth County Jail.

County SPCA Chief Victor “Buddy” Amato said Mann had worked at the shelter for about 18 months.

A conviction on an animal cruelty charge carries a maximum three- to five-year prison term.

Again, I typically avoid posting stories like this because they’re too depressing.  But a shelter worker did this?  A shelter worker?  Really?  What kind of sick human works at an animal shelter and then kills the very animals he’s supposed to be helping?  Unreal.

Not much of a day yesterday.  Simple snoozing.  Plenty of fresh vittles, and a fire in the woodstove.  It’s still not fully Springtime yet - wet and colder yesterday - so we (and when I say ‘we’ I mean ‘me) still need a fire at times.

That’s it for a Wednesday.  I hope your week is moving along smoothly, and remember it’s never too early to start thinking about the weekend.  See you tomorrow.

The Wumpus

Ugh.  I got into trouble yesterday.  And as a result?  I didn’t get to go outside.

AH was hauling wood inside and taking it upstairs to the woodstove.  And as always, I stand ready by the door in case he needs help.  Or slips up a bit.  Well, it was the last load, he had both arms full and he left the door open just a little too long for my liking.  Well, not really.  He left it open long enough just for my liking.  And in a split second, I was out.  In less than a split second, the wood was dropped and he was hot on my trail.

I don’t know what startled me more - the sound of all that wood crashing to the deck, or AH telling me to freeze.

Now, when I’m in trouble like this … I have two choices:  Freeze or take off running.  I’ve taken off running before.  Once.  And it wasn’t worth it.  So, I froze.  Squatted down on the deck, hunched over and waited for the inevitable.  No, no.  He doesn’t hit me, swat me or anything like that.  But I did get picked up.  And surely wasn’t cuddle time.  Back inside I went and was told - in no uncertain terms - that any outside time I may have had coming was gone.  Fffft.

Honestly, I don’t know what I was thinking.  I could’ve waited another five minutes and had plenty of outside time.  Instead, I got stupid.  Feh.

So, that was my day.  Today will be better.  I hope.

The Wumpus

Well, we had a bit of excitement around here Saturday night.  It was a normal night.  AH was working on my sink project upstairs, FP was over at her mom’s or something.  And I was snoozing upstairs.

And then - out of nowhere - I heard screeches, wailing, howling and barking.  Lots of it.  Loud.  Right behind the house.  And when I say it was loud, it was sooo loud I ran downstairs and hid underneath the waterbed.  AH was on it right away as he knew what was going on.  Coyotes.  A bunch of them.  Down by my lower grass area.  That’s right.  They were in my yard.  And that’s not acceptable.  I won’t go into details here as to what he did - mainly because I was hiding - but let’s just say he didn’t go out to confront them empty-handed.

So, he scares them off and things are back to normal, right?  Nope.  The doorbell rings.  It’s the neighbor, Tommy Human.  Apparently the coyotes were spooked over to his yard and now they’re around the front of the house.  So, the two of them took off on the hunt.  I don’t think they got anything because if there’s one thing about coyotes, when there are humans around … they hit the road.

The thing is, now that they’ve shown they’re not afraid to come this close to the house, that makes my trips outside this summer a bit more dangerous.  As in, I can’t be escaping anymore.  That I’ll have to be watched constantly or else I could end up in bad shape.  I’m feeerocious and all that, but just me against a pack of coyotes?  I don’t like my chances.  Feh.

So, that was that.  A good weekend, otherwise.  Got some fresh vittles, treats and wetfood.  And speaking of outside time?  AH said I’ll get to go out today before the rains come in over night.  So, I’ve got that going for me.  Which is nice.

Have a great day, and I’ll see you tomorrow.

The Wumpus

You what it is, don’t you?  Sure you do.  It’s Friday!  Whoo!  Hoo!  That’s the good part.  Now, not that there’s a bad part, but things will be interesting today.  Very interesting.  See, I’m out of vittles.  That’s right.  Out. Of. Vittles.  FP keeps forgetting and AH says it’s not his job.  You’d think they’d just make up for it with wet food, no?  Hardly.  See, there’s no wet food, either.

So, yes.  It will be interesting to see what happens the first time I bug AH to give me a sprinkle of food in my bowl.  I don’t see this turning out well.  Nope.  Not at all.

In other news, I got to go outside last night.  But not in a normal way.  FP picked me up and carried me out through the garage.  Seems she wanted to listen to the owls in the front trees.  And for some reason she thought I would, too.  Um, no.  When I’m outside I don’t want to be carried and I don’t want to hear the owls.  I want grass and ’sploring.  On my own, thank you.  So, I started to fidget.  Then AH tried to carry me.  And we all know how that turned out.  He has no patience with me when I’m fidgeting, so back inside I went.  Feh.

Oh, and the owls?  We have several of them now.  Apparently I need to be on my guard when they’re out.  Seems they like cats … and not in a good way.

That wraps up another week.  Thanks for stopping by, have a great weekend and I’ll see you on Monday.

The Wumpus

Ever have to get out of bed before you wanted to?  By, um, ’suggestion’?  By a human?  Of course, you have.  Now think back to the last time that happened.  How did it feel?  How did you feel?

Welcome to my world this morning.

I’ve mentioned the computer situation before.  And AH - being the AH he is - is out the door early today.  To quote:  “Wump.  Get up.  Five minutes of your time to the world.  And then be done.”

I’m thinking a Wumpus Biskit (TM) is in order.

I did do some mousing in the garage last night.  And yeah.  Struck out.
Yes.  That’s my life.  Jealousy can be so ugly.  You should really move beyond it.

See you tomorrow.

The Wumpus