Tumbler, not to be confused with tumblr, is my special kitty. He was born with cerebellar hypoplasia and some mental defects, but is the best cat in the world. No, he really is. I was lucky enough to find the best cat in the world. Sorry! He is never short on antics, love, and animal noises. He can be a sheep, an owl, a pig, and various other creatures. Also, like John Locke from LOST, don't tell him what he can't do. He may need a ramp to do stairs and have the inability to jump or climb due to his condition, but Tumbler has many dreams and a lot of persistence. You'll see. PS. He's named Tumbler because when he walks, he wobbles and/or falls over. Seemed fitting.
Hi! It’s me, Tumbler! It’s my birthday! I’m 3! It’s Juice’s birthday too, because she’s my sister. She is cleaning my face so I’m ready for photos. Sometimes she has to hold me down. It’s a hard life.
Anonymous asked: What will you be next?
That is a very good question. Stay tuned. I have many plans.
Love, Tumbler
Anonymous asked: Tumbler, can we be friends?
Hi! It’s me, Tumbler! Of course we can! I love friends. Juice hates friends. So I can have all of hers too.
Love, Tumbler
Anonymous asked: Tumbler!!!! What are you up to these days?
Hi! It’s me, Tumbler! Lately I’ve been staring out the window a lot. You see, it’s spring now…and that means there are these little things called robins outside. They are fun to watch. Juice hates them. She tries to kill them with her eyes.
I have also been lying in sunbeams a lot. The sun comes in so perfectly through the windows at certain times of the day. I lie right down, stretch out, and give my belly a good warm sunbath.
I exercise a lot too. Did you see my latest video? Momma called it “Persistent Tumbler.” It’s a few posts back. I have many rambunctious qualities. It’s hard to capture them all.
Love, Tumbler
Anonymous asked: Hey, Tumbler! I love you.
Hi! It’s me, Tumbler! I love you too. I love everything.
Tumbler told me he wanted to be a coffee drinker.
I told him to live the dream.
(And then he really did live the dream, so I had to snatch the cup away before he took a sip. This cat knows no limits. He honestly wanted a cup of coffee.)
A short video of Tumbler and his persistence. Cerebellar hypoplasia has nothing on him. :-)
Hi! It’s me, Tumbler! This happened today. I wanted to crawl behind the wooden stand that is in front of the window in the living room. My brown blanky is there and I usually just sit under the wooden stand, but today I wanted to climb behind it. Momma is always saying, “Oh, my little Tumbler!” or “Tumbler, my sweet little boy!” so naturally I thought I was very little. And when I decided to climb behind the wooden stand, I did not see a problem. I do whatever I want to do and I be whatever I want to be. It is a little space, I thought, but I am little. But apparently I was not little ENOUGH, because I got stuck. I got my arm through and my head through and then I just kind of laid there because the sun was shining on me and I was like: “Yay! Sun!” And whenever the sun shines on me it’s like a laser beam of laziness and I just stop what I’m doing. So even though I was stuck I didn’t really care because I was getting sun. So I just took a nap. And Momma took my picture. And then she unstuck me. It all worked out.
Love, Tumbler
