Pussy Paybacks are Hell

I thought my little fur love, Teddy Bear was over the fact that I put him in a sombrero to celebrate our anniversary a few weekends ago (click here to read about shenanigans of shoving a cat into a poncho).  I came home from work last night and put my bags in their resting place.  I knew something was up when TB sauntered over and nonchalantly made a nook for himself as close as possible to the duo.

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I’ve never really paid much attention to these bright ass bags before. But now I think I love them.

Then Mr. Bear decided to pretend like he was going to take a nap and camp out all evening long further solidifying my suspicions of the debauchery that was about to take place.

who me?

Fishy scene.

As soon as I turned my back for a second, I heard the crunching of leather and about got whiplash from my head spinning around so quickly.

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Fuchsia leather tastes so good.

As I sternly threatened no supper if he didn’t stop, Ted just licked his lips and acted as if nothing just happened.

Whisker lickin' good

Whisker lickin’ good.

I physically removed him from the area (up to his window perch – sure to distract him right?) and upon my return to the room four seconds later, Teddy B. acted like he was deeply involved in shadow watching.

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Does my shadow make me look fat?

Trying to distract the cat, I unsuccessfully tried to make  shadow puppets to lure him away.

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Is that your attempt to make a shadow rabbit? Pitiful.

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Pondering the beauty of a neon purse.

Having a moment of weakness when I thought he was simply testing my boundaries, I lowered my guard for a split second.  I mean, he was simply admiring the screaming loud color of his mother’s bag.

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I need sunglasses. Badly.

And then, all hell broke loose.

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I’ll teach you to put me in a sombrero!

Teddy was giving me the biggest “F you Mom” a feline could merit.

F U

Seeing his fangs from this angle gave me inspiration for his Halloween costume. Dracula, of course.

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I vant to suck your purse.

Suddenly, TB actually seemed to hear the tone in my voice as I yelled at him to knock it the F off.

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Oh she means business.

He was so scared, he immediately took a bath during my verbal rant.

he felt dirty after his dirty work

Feeling filthy after his dirty work.

I really got to him, don’t you agree?

I think Ted just wanted me to constantly be reminded of him and now I think about him 2,176 more times per day when I go to carry my purse. The little shit.

I can’t wait for Halloween…

CBXB

CBXB!

35 thoughts on “Pussy Paybacks are Hell

  1. SerachShiro says:

    Amazing Teddy, he bit into your bag (these bags are also so lovely)…………what a naughty cat and he new that he was wrong when you was yelling with him, they are so intelligent these creatures 🙂

  2. First…great bags!!<3 My Serafina employs the same techniques to eat…tape and trash bag drawstrings. Teddy is clearly more sophisticated!

  3. Healthy Glow Nutrition says:

    I haven’t been on here in a while, I hope that you and Teddy are doing well 🙂 xo

  4. Crocs Are Awful says:

    I love the bag. I love him too. Little monster. His pleased face when he is biting! Hahahaha!

  5. I still remember when my kitty decided it would be appropriate to sharpen his nails on my black leather biker jacket. Mama was pissed. He got super soakered. 😉

  6. Hahaha! Go teddy! He’s lucky to only have a virtual bath. I get squirted with water when I’m doing things that mum doesn’t approve of like sinking my teeth into her arm. She’s so touchy sometimes! You should be happy that your bag is now a one of a kind…apparently humans pay a lot for that kind of thing! Bisous Bailey

    • Bailey! You’re right! I am so lucky that my mom doesn’t squirt me with water (although I may have to delete your comment in case she reads this and starts getting clever). She should be thrilled with her one of a kind bag that constantly reminds her of me. Moms can be so grouchy sometimes! Cheers! Teddy

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