Ever wonder what your pets do while you’re away for a few days?
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.
Ted knows this drill all too well and tries to blend in with the clothes I’ll be packing.
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).
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).
New Cat shows his inner wild child by shredding any and everything in sight.
While TB lives it up Nashville style by knocking back cold ones,
New Cat catches up on all things pop culture.
Thanks to our buddy The Wandering Poet, Ted is able to keep tabs on his Ma.
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.
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?).
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.
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.
When I forget how high the cats prefer the shades on their front perch, I’m quickly reminded by NC.
Luckily he can’t soar high enough to tear down the curtain rod but message clearly received by destroying my blinds.
Once the bad boy behavior subsides, it’s back to business as usual – clamoring for attention.
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.
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.
Makes me wonder if I’ll every leave again…
CBXB
Go ahead and leave again. Sometimes ignorance is bliss….
Yep. I’m agreeing with you 100% on that!
Hi darling, I love the photo of Tedstar of tear in his beer, so fantastic ! And you are so fortunate to being mauled by two of such a wonderful cats, lucky one 🙂 🙂 !
I am one lucky cat mama, that’s for sure! Tedstar always sheds tears in his beer – when I allow him to drink. 🙂
🙂 🙂 !
I’m a sucker for a cats-at-play story! 🙂
Well then you must frequent this blog! Mine are always up to NO good!
Visit as often as I can—I’m a “cat-o-phile”! 🙂
The cats are happy to know you are a fan!
MEEEE-YOW!!!!
Ted makes some hilarious faces.
He’s such a little camera lover!
Apparently so.
Takes after his mother. We have no shame.
LoL. I really need to do some webisodes. I’ve been lazy.
Ha! Teddy was wondering! Although we’ve been slammed, too so we understand completely.