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
Cowboys and Crossbones 
Um. Yeah. Lol.
Um, hell yeah! 🙂
Put me in front of a Mike’s and I’ll make that disgusted look, too. Haha. This post is adorable.
Well Mike’s is best consumed on a boat by a non-experienced drinker, I think. Thanks for the compliment!
So glad Teddy has Nc to keep him company, I think it’s less stressful for him. Glad they are tolerating each other. I miss a cat, need to get healthy and get me one.
Yes! You do need to get healthy and get you a cat! Teddy and NC pretend they don’t like each other in front of me but I catch them licking one another here and there. They’ve not fooled me!
LoL.
Me being mauled by pussies is one of my favorite passtimes too! 😉
I figured as much with you!
So one time I got called away from the sprawling rural trailer unexpectedly and had to leave furball Dusty all by his lonesome for two days in June.
I left the windows open so it wouldn’t get up to 100. Filled the bowls with food and water. Clean litter in the box.
When I got home, Dustball was sitting on the front step.
Sometime during the weekend, he’d jumped through the screen to the great outdoors.
It was too high for him to jump back inside the trailer.
It must have been early in my trip, and he must have hollered a lot.
Dusty had cat laryngitis after that and could never meow again.
So there you have my cat alone horror story, CBXB.
Oh NO! Forever having cat laryngitis after an escape from the trailer probably really taught Dusty a lesson. Maybe he didn’t have cat laryngitis, maybe just maybe, a cat was finally too embarrassed to meow again…
Now that is a theory! It didn’t hurt him any because now he is 16 years old and living with my daughter Elisabeth, I am happy to report.
Oh wonderful news! Does he still refrain from meowing?
Yes, he does!
Hehee love this post! xx
Thanks Kitt. I know you know the feeling! 🙂
Hehe glad to see that Dick in the box .. ahem (clearing throat) – the new cat, still lives up to his nickname? Suitcase is sort of a box, lol .. and of course, we all know how much Tedster misses his awesome mommy. New blinds are a small price to pay for all that snuggle and stiff neck time. Have a fabulous weekend!
XOXO Nensi
Oh how I love your nickname for New Cat! He really does love anything that resembles a box…so I guess I should change his name to Dick. Or Justin Timberlake…!
It really is tough to leave them isn’t it? I know you feel bad as I would.
But then… you finally arrive home and discover what the little shits have been up to and suddenly the guilt and sadness begins too fade.
Naturally however all ends up being forgiven and everybody gets back to life as usual. (which of course involves you doing little else but catering to them and granting their every desire)
Oh how you know exactly how I feel about the little fur babies! After squeezing them within an inch of their lives when I return, I quickly want to strangle them when their “F you for being gone so long” shenanigans kick in!
I’m wondering who snapped the pic of Ted sitting on your face in the last pic — or you did it with your eyes closed??? Hmmm?
KNEW you would notice! 🙂
I have really, really, reeaaallly long go-go Gadget arms.