Disclaimer: I unabashedly claim the title as Nashville’s craziest cat lady, so when you read the next sentence, you shouldn’t be shocked.
This past weekend called for a celebration as the fur ball love of my life Teddy Bear and I celebrated our five-year anniversary (yes, not only do I cry in cat cemeteries, wear cray cray cat lady lingerie, and nurse broken cat hearts back to life, I also celebrate our milestones together. Judge away).
We prepped Friday evening by lying low with wine and salad.
And Bear was not amused when I was filling him in on all of the upcoming party shenanigans I had in store for him the following evening.
I awoke Saturday to a familiar barnyard sound.Β When I groggily got up to peer out the window, I was pretty sure I was dreaming because what to my wondering eyes did appear but a rooster, cock-a-doodling with a chicken in hot pursuit. WTF?
After assuring Ted that chickens don’t make good food (he’s allergic to all chicken products – for real) as he was practically foaming at the mouth, I diverted his attention with party balloons.
Once our guests arrived, we were sure to let no one go thirsty.
A major party foul occurred just as I was about to take a sip out of my first cocktail. Two young, obviously frightened deer sprinted down my driveway and into the brush. What would force sweet deer down a noisy party driveway? Thirteen year old boys chasing them down the street, that’s who. Well, not on my watch…I marched out to the street to speak with the little hood rats and promptly forgot what attire I was in while scolding the boys. They took me oh-so-seriously. Wouldn’t you?
Our resident boy scout was able to keep a fire going, even though I only provided him with rain-soaked wood.
Even with the fire, this party goer almost got thrown out for lack of style…

If there’s anything I hate as much as Crocs, it’s socks with sandals. FAIL!
When it was time to head inside and celebrate with cake, I found this on my couch.
Ted’s Gma prepared his (well, maybe my) favorite treats – yellow cake with chocolate frosting.
And while Ted refused to get up off of his bed, he was more than willing to take a couple licks of cake.
TB could hardly keep his eyes open after his sugar rush but the party wore on (for a few of us anyway).

What party is complete without white whiskey?
Although my mother thought it would be hysterical to accidentally lock me out of my own mini manse while I was out picking up the party trash (real garbage, not actual people in this case). But the joke was really on her because I know how to tear off a screen from a window (she raised such a smarty pants).
And while my mom and I carried on the celebrating the next day over a Mexican Mother’s Day lunch, Teddy was in deep recovery from being the star of the show.
How long do you think Ted will make me pay for this weekend?
CBXB
Love it! We still celebrate our furry kid’s birthday every year with doggy cake, a dip in the pool, and doggy gifts π
xo Natasha
Ooh, doggy cake! Isn’t it so fun to celebrate our fur babies?!
Happy Gotcha Day, Ted!
Thanks Texas!
Love your party idea! Anniversaries are the best, I am always looking for an excuse to have a party! Where did you find your crazy cat lady shirt? Love it!
I found it online and to be very honest, I wanted to order it in every color. But limited myself to the red. π
Awesome! You need at least one more!
I can’t wait for the Teddy’s Revenge photos and story.
Well, you know it’s coming…soon! π
I bet Ted’s inner panther was just straining to run over and grab one of those teenage rodents by the ankle and chew off his leg for chasing the deer.
That last picture of Ted sleeping (passed out) I think perfectly sums up the entire event perfectly. Did I just use “perfectly” in the same sentence twice? Well, guess I mean it.
I was thinking perfectly perfection in use of the word perfect, Phil. And Ted was pissed at the teenagers, which is why he constantly begs to be an only ‘child’. After all, he’s as much teenager as this mom can handle…as you can see by the last photo in this post!
Well, I guess congratulations are in order. Crazy pics. π
Why thank you so much! And yes, always a crazy pic to accompany a silly story of mine!
You can have central TN, my wife and I celebrate our three’s bday every year! Extra piles of katnip and toys and feathers! They react pretty much like Teddy zzzzzzz….
Ha! Isn’t it funny how cats could care less? I somehow suspected you might have a little party for your babies…which I love knowing!
You’re awesome! Cupcake a deux, I love that…. my cats love sweets. Good for you for not letting those hood rats F with Bambi π
I am a lover of all things animal kingdom! And poor little Bambi & Co. Those kids were shakin’ in their Nikes after I was done with them…hee hee.
Haha
Is your mug covered in diamante too – I was so disappointed that I couldn’t get on to WordPress in Turkey as I wanted to show the young Turkish lads some of your craziness but alas hopefully next time!
Ha! My craziness will last forever and ever, so next time you’re in Turkey you can share! π
What mus…you’re ju….uhhhh….I don’t know where to start. Lol.
Oh just wait for all of the juicy party details tomorrow…you’ll remain speechless.