Check out the episodes. Thet are quite silly but charming and what a time capsule.
Bummy Bird has a large vocabulary, mimics many different sounds and noises and has a potty mouth. He knows all the cats by name and he calls them to his cage with promises of treats, “Wanna treat?” or to go outside in their enclosure, “Wanna go outside?”. They sit in front of his cage and then he jumps into his bath water and sprays them with water. I think he loves to see them scatter.
It does look funny, I shall take a look!
OK, now I’m totally in love with Bummy Bird and I don’t even know him. I especially like the teasing of treats and the splashing of water! What a little goofball. Thanks for the laughs.
Holy crap! Are you referencing “Are You Being Served?” Our Denver PBS station used play old episodes every day back when I lived there, and it became something of a cult following for my ex and I. My all-time favorite sit com series!
Mr. Humphries, are you free?
I love his tiny ears and cute little face!
We’re always terrified that the front bedroom window is going to fall in, so Sassy saves the day yet again by holding it up for us.
Years ago, I was cat-sitting my friends’ two cats at my place. I was awakened in the middle of the night by a skitter of tiny feet across my arm (Yikes!) and a cat right after. I leaped out of bed and found the cats, one on each side of my clothes hamper preventing escape.
The mouse had managed to escape the cats long enough to get off the bed and behind the closest hiding place. I couldn’t just leave the cats to it since the hamper was in the bedroom (and I have a soft heart even though I didn’t want a mouse in the house), so I put them in another room, got a large paper grocery bag and trapped the mouse in it.
Since I wasn’t dressed, I slipped the mouse out the front door into the bushes. Then I stripped my bed, took a shower, put new sheets on and went back to bed.
When I recounted the story to my friends, the husband couldn’t believe I hadn’t let the cats kill it. He said by the time I put clean sheets on the bed, the mouse had probably already found its way back into the house. He was probably right.
Ella prefers the casual “single-foot” support of the dangerous door! But also notice her double-duty protection of the plant stand with her front paw…
ETA: We do live close to the TN New Madrid fault line, where scientists predict a catastrophic earthquake will happen sooner rather than later, so perhaps I should have been more worried when I took this picture!
Lol! Yeh, I try to rescue the mice my ‘kids’ catch. I take them away from the house but yeh, pretty sure they’re doing a right turnaround and coming back in. I console myself that my ‘kids’ are on it so maybe it wouldn’t stand a chance
Kitty at the barn (I used to hang out with him on my previous horse’s day off) brought me a mouse once and dropped it right at my feet. I felt so honoured!! Too bad it was still alive though, it looked at me and said “I’m outta here!!” Poor barn kitty just looked at me like I was an idiot…probably thinking “you idiot, I bring you a mouse and you let it escape!”
I do, too, but the time I tried to get a mouse out of a barn cat’s mouth, the mouse (unhurt) fell onto the ground, then took his emotions out on me—he leaped up and latched onto my finger and wouldn’t let go. When I finally shook him off, looked at my bloody finger, called the state game and wildlife hotline and asked if I should get a rabies shot, the guy added insult to injury by finding this question the funniest thing he’d heard all day. According to Mr. Giggles, when he could stop snickering, small rodents like field mice can get rabies but they don’t survive long enough to go around biting their human rescuers. He must have been right since I’m still around to type this 15 years later…
Same with my In/Out housecat
Brought in a sparrow & presented it to me… still very much alive.
We both chased it round the house until I managed to shoo it out the opened door.
Cat was highy offended, he’d given me the flattering opportunity to make a kill & I’d failed miserably.
Never brought me another living thing.
I know we all here likely know this, but every time I think of it it makes me chuckle - the reason cats bring us dead(ish) animals is because they think we’re inept hunters I don’t know why that makes me laugh so much, but it always does.
Lowell, who I refer to as “My HR cat”, getting ready to have a talk with me about my performance review( it was unsatisfactory).
Well, they say animals always sense even the smallest of quakes even when we can’t feel them. Being in SoCal, they tell us that 2.5 and above are the ones we can feel. You probably had a sub-2.5 temblor, and Ella was on the job protecting you and the house (and the flower pot).