Bingo's Journal - Apparently I am a Cat who Likes Human Food

The small humans in my house left their food on the table the other day and I had to investigate just what they get for dinner! It smelled sweet and I thought I should take a taste. And I discovered that it was GOOD!! It was cool and yummy - even to a meat eating, meadow vole snacking, mouse nibbling cat . . .


It was so appetizing I wanted to chew on it too! My teeth do not work so well on large pieces of food but I gave it the old college try.

The Tall Lady said, "Bingo! Cat's aren't supposed to eat watermelon!" But I did not care. I kept sampling the human food.


Who said cats are only carnivorous?!! I am a cat who is obviously an omnivore. Who'd have known? Just don't ask how a cat knows the difference between the human words "carnivore and omnivore". Remember - I am a cat who promotes a large vocabulary. And I want all kids to have lots of words too!

Well, please excuse me now, I have some watermelon that I need to attend to.

Bye for now,
Bingo

Bingo's Journal - What Now?

Bingo the Mighty Adventurer here - I am once again looking for something to DO! As a cat it's my job to be frisky and frolic around our property.


Aha! I spy my best friend Lucky the Cat who is wandering nearby. He has a gleam in his eyes. He's probably looking for trouble. But trouble for cats can mean fun!


If I crouch down really low behind this rock I bet he won't see me. I am a cat and we are practically invisible when we scrunch like this. Or so it seems.


But drat! Then he sees me too! He thinks hiding in the brick rubble makes him see through. But he is totally obvious to me. I am a cat who sees all - especially my friend who is not well camouflaged. Heh, heh, heh . . . .


Whoa!!!! What does Lucky think he is doing? He's not supposed to be chasing me! I was going to chase him!! I guess I'd better RUN!


If I hide behind this car carrier I think I can stall him. He looks a little testy though. Never mess with a cat with ears that look like that! He is giving me the big bad cat stare down and I always pretend to cower in fear. I'm not really scared. It's just fun to act like I am afraid of him.


See - a few moments later we decide to call it a truce and walk leisurely across the yard together. We cats may play rough, chase each other ruthlessly and occasionally run like banshees, but . . .


. . . we are two cats who are always the best of buds in the end. As we walk off in the afternoon it's good to know I have a great friend. Everyone needs one. Even a cat.