While Mama Cat’s Away the Pussies Will Play

Ever wonder what your pets do while you’re away for a few days?

Where the hell do you think you’re going?

The lead up to me leaving is always a dramatic experience around my mini manse with two fur balls in the mix.

New Cat (yep, still his name) acts as if the world is turning on its axis when I drag a suitcase out of the closet.

Tongue lashing from the recent family addition.

Ted knows this drill all too well and tries to blend in with the clothes I’ll be packing.

Which one of these is not like the other?

Mr. Ted E. Bear then acts as if his claws were going to be pulled out one by one with pliers while I’m away as he somehow acquires puppy dog eyes as I try to shut the door (and not feel guilty).

Good bye my love!

But all of that ‘woe is me’ bullshit quickly flies out the cat door when they hear the deadbolt click.

Tedstar insists on partying it up with feathers (compliments of my subtle decor) Christmas tinsel (surely found under the couch from December) and pink play things (naturally, as he’s my baby).

Hell breaking loose, disco style.

New Cat shows his inner wild child by shredding any and everything in sight.

Shredding stud.

While TB lives it up Nashville style by knocking back cold ones,

Tear in his beer.

New Cat catches up on all things pop culture.

Gossip galore.

Thanks to our buddy The Wandering Poet, Ted is able to keep tabs on his Ma.

I’m pretty sure paws are over eyes at this point.

Not being able to bear the sight of Mom living it up without him, New Cat dramatically falls to the floor upon seeing any pic of me having fun while I’m away.

Playing possum so well I think rigamortis almost set in.

When word spread that I’ll be arriving back home shortly, both eagerly await by the door (wrong door but still, I’m pretty sure they’re waiting on me and not longing to go out on the deck, right?).

Prisoners in a mini manse.

Once I make my grand entrance, Mr. Bear assists me with chores, so I’ll be able to plant my ass on the couch and snuggle ASAP.

Get your shit in here and let’s cuddle.

New Cat welcomes me in a very special way by making sure he leaves a lasting impression of what he thinks about me being gone.

Open the shades. NOW.

When I forget how high the cats prefer the shades on their front perch, I’m quickly reminded by NC.

Welcome home.

Luckily he can’t soar high enough to tear down the curtain rod but message clearly received by destroying my blinds.

Leave town, come home and make immediate run to Home Depot.

Once the bad boy behavior subsides, it’s back to business as usual – clamoring for attention.

Luckily being mauled by pussies is one of my favorite pastimes.

Trying extremely hard to pretend there’s no love between them, my fellas end up like this on the couch exhausted from my trip away.

If laying ass to ass isn’t love, I don’t know what is.

Of course in the end, His Royal Highness The Bear insists on getting as close as humanly possible to remind me what I’ve been missing.

One stiff neck coming right up.

Makes me wonder if I’ll every leave again…

CBXB