Day 31

I sat on my duvet today, and casually glanced into the mirrored wall. My pelt looks amazing, and I’m sure there is a gloss on my whiskers. I feel so full of energy too. Something here at Tom Cat Towers is suiting me, but I cannot quite put my paw on it as I hovered down a crystal bowl full of my delicious kibbles.

As I am feeling and looking so fabulous, I have made a decision regarding staff. I will promote Maid to my P.A.

I purred my executive decision out to Maid, but somehow she didn’t seem too impressed!

Gorgeous_DumptyHowever, this promotion is conditional. I will make sure that in her new contract of employment, it is essential that I am fed exclusively on the gorgeous new kibbles which I’ve been indulging on for the past 4 weeks.

In fact, I have decided to eat nothing else and as a gesture of kindness out of the goodness of my heart, I would like to let Mikey-mike have my old cat-kibbles which are now in the garage as I clearly have no use for them now and feel guilty that he is not getting the quantity of scraps which he used to have.

Maid’s version

The trial has been a success. There is a definite improvement in Dumpty’s health, appearance and energy levels. I’m glad we volunteered for this as I’m impressed with how she has come on over the past month, and how Purina have been in contact with us all throughout the trial. They’re coming to film Little Dumpty Roo. Oh dear if she was a diva before ......

Carol_aka_MaidPOST SCRIPT - July 2010

Since I started my diaries in February I thought I would add an update.

Sydney, the ginger ex-mousing officer has moved away to the country where he has fields to hunt and protect. I miss his adoring gaze.

Mikey-Mike suffered during the very cold winter and Maid felt sorry for her charity cat, her gentleman caller. She now buys him food and presents instead of the agreement that he only had scraps and left-overs.

When I first came to Tom Cat Towers I had my own toilet arrangement. It was a large plastic pod with a cat flap which I could walk into and have privacy while a girl cat does what she has to. It was immediately consigned to the back of the shed. Maid hated the contraption as she called it. It was retrieved, the cat grit replaced with a warm woolly jumper and now Mikey-Mike – or Sir Michael as Maid now calls him, resides in there. It’s his outdoor bedroom, the guest wing at Tom Cat Towers, next to his feeding station by the gate. He has been de-fleaed and now pours his love out for Maid constantly. However, he is still a garden guest and not allowed into the house. He still hisses and growls, but he does ‘meet and greet’ so enthusiastically when he sees Maid. Quite pathetic!

Dippi-Duck spends hours gazing at Sir Michael, but I think the love is unrequited! Willi Whizkas has befriended the fox. When the fox now comes to the French windows, Will has been sitting right next to him as the fox chunters to him. The first time she saw this Maid’s blood ran cold thinking the fox would attack the big ginger wuss, but they seem to tolerate each other.

Maid’s training has come on; I now have her in a proper routine, grooming me the way I like in Bliss Spa. But she still insists on kissing me. I almost tolerate it now. I have even allowed her, as a reward for her long service as my Maid, to cuddle me whilst I purr, but this is a perk rarely given. I have to keep her on her toes or the level of personal service slips! She still thoroughly enjoys reading the Mewsletters from www.thedailymews.com. It gives me a few hours quality snooze-time while she’s occupied this way.

Dumpty_and_champagneMaid turned 50. I was horrified that practically every present she had was a bottle of the human catnip; champagne. I hope that none was bought for her in my name; I do not want to be associated with anything that sends her more loopy than she is.  I need her to have a clear head to focus fully on my needs as my full time personal assistant.

I have enjoyed my new kibbles and Maid continues to buy them for me. There is a variety for her to choose from (Willi Whizkas has the PurinaOne neutered cat, very fitting!)

I was dozing on my duvet one morning when a film crew arrived to film me. I was thankful that Maid had spent extra time on me the previous night in the Bliss Spa Executive Suite spending time grooming my immaculate pelt and putting a show-cat shine on my whiskers. I was pleased that I was looking my best when the cameras rolled. I carried out my interview on my duvet, with a bowl of my favourite kibbles at hand. I was a star!!

Dumpty_and_Willi_Whizkas

 I am expecting an Oscar for my performance as Her Royal Mewness!!

 

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Little Dumpty Roo has continued with her Musings (Mewsings) and readers may like to click on Next to see what else she has been up to. Be warned: All that fame has gone to her head and she is now quite the diva!!!!

 

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