The Tale of Two Pussies on a Snow Day

Ted's $60 bags of food are going to be the death of me.

Don’t judge me.

Sunday night ice storms lead to a Nashville snow day at the beginning of this week. As I rolled over to do a little computing from my bed, a certain pussy had other ideas.


Think you’re using this device? Think again.

When I maneuvered to the kitchen table, my attempts were once again thwarted by my all of a sudden limber cat who pounced over the computer screen onto the keyboard.

What do you think you're doing?

Seriously stopped by an acrobatic feline.

Realizing the computer was off-limits for the time being, I headed to do some laundry. Where my efforts were once again halted by two cats (yep, still have New Cat and yep, he needs a name).

Laundry haters.

Laundry haters one and two.

My sweet hints to move were met with death stares.

If looks could kill

Bitch, please. We’re. Not. Moving.

Out smarting the little fur balls, I opened the door to my patio knowing it would result in immediate retrieval from the laundry devices.

New Cat sounded like his very own herd of elephants as he made a mad dash out onto the porch. And he just as quickly did a 360 degree turn to head back to the warmer climate inside.

Wild cat on the loose.

Fuck this noise. I live in a mini manse now!

Ted was way too cool for school, sauntering outside like he lives among polar bears (even though I could tell by the look on his face he didn’t know what the hell was under his paws, as he’s never walked on snow before).


Stoically parading on unknown territory.

Attempting to jump into his fave chair, Mr. Bear slide off twice (and promptly got pissed at me for laughing in his face) before planting his rear end down on the frozen seat cushion.


A slightly embarrassed, slippery kit cat.

Although his tail wasn’t between his legs after his humiliating run in with a slippery chair, Tedstar retreated inside to lick his wounds so quickly, he was almost a blur of grey matter.



Done with this shit.

Done with this shit.

I thought a steamy bathroom would be the perfect way to warm us up.Β  Apparently, New Cat had never seen a person in a bathtub before.

Biggest bowl of water ever.

Biggest bowl of water ever.

He walked like a circus act on a tightrope down the edge of the tub, obstructing Teddy from being able to stare into my eyes.



As New Cat planted himself in between the Bear and myself, I heard Ted sigh to himself loudly.


An innocent new kitty…


…only wanted a kiss from yours truly…

A smooch before the plunge

…who got a smooch before plunging into the bath with me.

I’m pretty sure Ted gave our newest mini manse member a hefty shove, causing New Cat to fall into the warm water seven inches below him. And let me tell you, there’s nothing more fun than a screaming, wet pussy in a bathtub.

After I got NC out and dried off with a towel, he retreated to the warm washer to finish drying.

Drying Out.

Wringing the wet out.

And the little bitch we know and love got exactly what he wanted.

His mother, all alone on the couch.

Just what Ted wanted.

Mission accomplished.

If ever you find yourself in my mini manse on a snow day, better watch your back.

Sometimes the claws come out.



61 thoughts on “The Tale of Two Pussies on a Snow Day

  1. […] on a blogging break, I hung with my two favorite pussies more than I care to admit in Christmas […]

  2. kellisamson says:

    Have you realized yet that you are their pet :)? NC reminds me of my old cat Westley (named after “The Princess Bride” of course!). Looks just like him, and he took a dive like that one night, too. I thought I was going to die of cat scratches!!

    • I feel your pain on the cat scratches. My arms are sporting lovely claw marks from elbows to wrists. Poor little guy. Love that you named your cat Westley! Maybe NC is channeling him a bit, falling into the water?

  3. One word for this post: CAT-TIVATING!

  4. SerachShiro says:

    LOve the story and NC and Ted are both adorable, continue to call him NC….its quite a cool name for a new pussy ! πŸ™‚

  5. Oh my! You and NC are in love. I can tell :).

  6. Sarah Cholewinski says:

    I love this post, but shouldn’t this Blog be titled “A Diary of a Mad Cat Women?!” So little kitty, so little time!! You crack me up Meg.


    • HA! Yes, that is surely what the title of the post should have been. I’ll keep it in my back pocket to use another time when writing about the kit cats, as we all know I will again soon! XOXO

      • Sarah Cholewinski says:

        Ok Great… But remember to add the candles!!
        I hope you’re thawed out by now.
        Love and miss

      • Girl, you KNOW I have candles galore going on. Wouldn’t be a complete crazy cat lady without them. It’s 60 here today – hope you’re enjoying warmer weather up north, too! XOXO

  7. Awwww, your kitties are adorable πŸ™‚ People say cats are cold but I think they’re a hoot to be around!

  8. Mitzie Mee says:

    Love that grumpy look on their faces (do cats have faces?) while lying on top of the laundry. Ted has really found himself a partner in crime:)

    • Oh yes, cats have faces! Many, many of them that are like throwing silent daggers my way. πŸ™‚ And Ted is trying to act all cool in regard to a new partner in crime but I’m pretty sure he’s secretly thrilled!

  9. I am so jealous of your kitties, they are too cute πŸ™‚

  10. The Regular Guy NYC says:

    Looks like the new pussy is here to stay! You’re a magnet now. They will all be coming to you.

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