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?

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.

Nanna nanna boo boo. Stick your head in doo doo. Tongue lashing

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 things is not like the other?

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!

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).

Disco party.

Hell breaking loose, disco style.

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

Shredding party

Shredding stud.

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

Tear in his beer.

Tear in his beer.

New Cat catches up on all things pop culture.

Gossip galore.

Gossip galore.

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

Stays current thanks to the Wandering Poet.

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 for

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

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.

Dry me.

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

Welcome home.

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

Buy new shades. That'll teach me.

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.

Business as usual

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.

Love to pretend don't like. Instead of heart to heart...Ass to ass.

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.

Missed at 2, 3:30, 5 and 6:15am.

One stiff neck coming right up.

Makes me wonder if I’ll every leave again…



38 thoughts on “While Mama Cat’s Away the Pussies Will Play

  1. Go ahead and leave again. Sometimes ignorance is bliss….

  2. SerachShiro says:

    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 ๐Ÿ™‚ ๐Ÿ™‚ !

  3. I’m a sucker for a cats-at-play story! ๐Ÿ™‚

  4. Kavalkade Krew says:

    Ted makes some hilarious faces.

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