Match Made in Pussy Heaven

Recently when it comes to my main fur ball squeeze Ted I find myself constantly sounding like a raggedy old Girl Scout telling him “make new furiends but keep the old…”

This always falls on deaf ears because we all know that Teddy doesn’t have any old acquaintances because he’s too busy hoarding his own time with his fabulous self that he doesn’t see the need for furiends. But ever since we found New Cat (that I refused to name in order to avoid developing feelings and keeping him – and you can see how that worked out) starving at our doorstep on a freezing January night I’ve been gently trying force, coerce nudge Mr. Ted E. Bear into an amicable relationship with his furry companion that is constantly invading his space.

The two pussies.

Teddy and the Tuxedo Space Invader.

While there has been minimal hissing and an occasional wrestling match, these two pussies have gotten along pretty damn well over the past five months.

Except for the time that Tedstar pushed New Cat into a bathtub full of water and yours truly.

And except for the other time when NC was thrust out of the photo spotlight by my camera hog of a fur baby.

Pushy pushy pussy.

Pushy pushy pussy.

Much to his dismay all Mr. Tuxedo has wanted since his arrival to our mini manse is a little love and attention from his much older, aloof, bitchy feline roommate. So you can imagine my surprise when I saw this sight on my patio a few days ago….

Lovin

A little brotherly love.

Returning the fave.

And much to my shock, Ted returned the love.

Of course as soon as I breathed a little too loudly, both cats looked like they’d lost their tongues.

What the fuck are you looking at?

What the fuck are you looking at?

New Cat seemed to think this little licking action meant he and Teddy were finally butt brothers after five months of buttering up to the Mighty Gray One.

Couch potatoes.

Later that same evening they were ass to ass.

Ass to ass.

Literally.

I thought Ted was really starting to warm up to New Cat as I glanced down later that evening to find that he allowed the newest resident up onto our bed.

Staredown

A tumbleweed blew through as I caught this scene.

You see, the bed is Ted’s domain. He is carried (yes I said carried even though he has four perfectly purrfect paws – stop judging me) to bed every evening where he begins with a bath at the bottom right corner and ends up on a silky pillow of bliss by morning.

The bed is Ted's domain.

I put a pea under that pillow just to see if he’d notice it.

Just as I’m about to leave for work, His Royal Highness Teddy Bear decides it’s time to switch positions on his majestic throne, settling in for a day of napping on pink sheets.

Rise and shine.

Taking the day shift between the sheets.

As you can see there is zero room for any other furry being on this bed of Ted’s, which is why I was slightly touched that TB was starting to share his domain with our newest resident.

Turns out, it was a fluke. Because the following night, Mr. Bear maneuvered himself right in the middle of the bed basically cock blocking New Cat from hoarding even one ounce of the crib.

Next night...

Mine all mine Bitches.

Curious that I didn’t hear a peep out of NC all night, I almost broke my neck the next morning tripping over the stiff, dramatic loner on the hallway floor as I went to check on the black and white baby.

Drama king in the making.

Newie has definitely been taking pointers from Teddy.

As Ted emerged from his deep slumber, I heard him heave a heavy sigh as he pranced past the possum playing New Cat on his way to breakfast.

Two drama kings under one roof….seems like I have a match made in pussy heaven, doesn’t it?

CBXB

CBXB!

 

19 thoughts on “Match Made in Pussy Heaven

  1. Yes, you certainly have your work cut out, keeping those two fur balls happy. They are both so adorable. 🙂

  2. JMC813 says:

    One cat, Two cat, Ted cat, New cat
    Brothers forever when mom’s not around
    When she arrives no love can be found
    One owns the manse, porch and the bed
    While the other is found just playing dead
    They were sent here to perplex and confuse
    Thank GOD CBXB sees them both as her muse.

    LOL. A little Seussical nonsense JMC style.
    The DOCTOR is in!!!!!!!
    LMAO.

    Love the mini manse feline drama CBXB.

  3. I can just imagine what the sleeping arrangements might become when a “significant other” starts sleeping over. 🙂

    Both cats might start a mutiny!

  4. Jolene says:

    Too funny!!! I’m still waiting for Sami to warm up to Penny…it’s been five mths, you would think her bitchy whininess would seize, but nope.

  5. markbialczak says:

    You have managed to one-up Dr. Seuss in your writing-and-illustrating, CBXB.

    “Two Cats in a Mini-Manse.”

    In Hawkeyeland, two darling little ones are sitting on a knee, getting it read to them right now, niece and nephew all a’ twitter with the sights of Ted and New Cat getting along at Auntie’s.

    Beeee-you-teee-full!

  6. cats and their interactions never cease to amuse me. Looks like your new additition has passed the test and they will at least tolerate each other

  7. John says:

    You have to give the tuxedoed one a name at some point you know. Not that he would give a crap! Glad there are no turf wars, ripped out fur or bloodshed!

  8. Such a post full of “warm fuzzies,” which I have used this three or four times today… to spite the two-word phrase. Love Tux’s possum playing. Friggin’ adorable.

  9. Tracy says:

    Cats and their sleeping positions – love it!!

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