Hi, I’m Dynamaso’s cat. Now, before I tell you my name, I don’t want to hear any laughing, okay! I didn’t get to choose my own name but it is what it is and I won’t have it scoffed at, okay! My name is… Pumpkin.
Hey, I asked you not to laugh. It’s not my fault. Maso is the one who chose the name. But I have grown to like it, over the years. I’ve been with Maso for over a decade now. I’ve been the one constant in the hectic life he’s led. I have to say he never once has let me down. I pretty darned spoilt, if the truth be told.
He took some time to train but these days he knows what to do. I sometimes have to stand on him and wake him up because he likes to sleep in a bit. Breakfast has to be served no later than 9 am. He knows this and even though he grumbles at me, he still gets up to serve it.
I really like the new place we’ve moved to. It has a balcony with a great view and heaps of interesting smells. I sit out there sometimes with my nose in the air and just let the wind carry different scents to me. I have also recently found a way to get off the balcony. There is a lovely thick ivy patch at the short end of the balcony and I can leap off into it. Maso and Toni got a bit worried the first time I did it. They came outside in their pyjamas looking for me. I hid under the house until they went back inside then I snuck in the back door. I had a good time playing out there but it was a long night. I pretty much slept all the following day.
The second time I did it, Maso came outside with a torch looking for me. I hid behind the garbage bins for a little while and every time he got close, I moved a little further away, heh, heh, heh. It was a good game for a while but Maso is a sore loser. He said some words I won’t repeat here, casting aspersions on my parentage. Then he went inside. He came out again a little later, but I just hid in the ivy where he knew I was but couldn’t see me. I just stayed still and snickered at him.
The next morning Toni got up and let me in. When Maso woke up, I was lying on the end of the bed, stretched out and comfy. He woke me up and gave me a good talking to, which I chose to ignore. I can see I’m going to have to do a little more work on him because of the new living conditions. But I’ll soon have him trained up again.
I decided I’d better get myself online after reading some of the other pet blogs here. I dig reading about Socrates and Sally. It is kinda cool to hear what those cats get up to although I’m convinced Sally is as spoilt as I am. I envy Socrate’s life a little. Travelling around in a big truck sounds like a wonderful adventure. I have to be honest and say being in cars scares me some. Maso always puts me in a box if he has to take me anywhere. One time I escaped and he nearly crashed the car because I got under the pedals. But that was a long time ago when I was still a kitten. These days I just try to relax and go along for the ride.
As for Henri and his stories about Gracie, I have to say if I was in that house, those dogs would be under my paw. Me and dogs get on well together, so long as they understand I’m the boss. I’m with Henri about Gracie too. It looks like she’s been dropped on her face, but I must say she looks real cute, for a dog, that is.
I want to tell you some stories about Maso’s life, from my perspective. I figure it might give you some insight into how the man operates. He’s an individual, that’s for sure. But I’m glad he’s mine.