Last weekend, I found myself hosting a Girl’s Night In, which boasted ladies, snacks and all kinds of cocktail consumption. While my little fur ball of a stud, Ted is quite used to a noisy group of gals (and loves all of the fawning that comes his way during such escapades), this was New Cat’s first experience trying to be a charming ringmaster.
Of course when NC went looking for advice on how to behave and what to expect during the evening, Teddy’s bitchy lips were sealed.
Not wanting to miss any of the arrivals, New Cat acted as if his face was super glued to my front window.
My feline version of Joe Cool played greeter as he sat and mauled all of the stylish ankles as soon as they walked in to our mini manse.
Shenanigans soon ensued and us girls were greasing our dry throats with much-needed shots.
Not wanting to miss a single second of the action, Mr. Bear took a seat front and center.
He wooed all of the ladies acting as if he was just one of the girls while pretending to converse with the group.
It got to the point where no one could get a word in edgewise, as my Baby Back Bear wouldn’t shut the fuck up…
…until we coerced him into some tequila.
Not giving two shits that his brother was nailing it as a ladies man, New Cat needed a snooze between cocktails one hour in to the celebration.
However, as the evening progressed Mr. Tuxedo’s second wind appeared and I found these two in a lick-a-thon in my closet.
After I broke up the love fest, my pussies explored the festivity goods like feline versions of Lewis and Clark.
And did they ever find some treasure.
After stuffing themselves silly, passing out was inevitable. But much to NC’s dismay, our boisterous group ignored his attempts to obtain beauty sleep.
Mr. Tuxedo (who isn’t the brightest pussy on the planet) went into hiding, hopeful that a curtain would grant him peace and quiet.
Ted tried with all of his might to keep his green eyes open while listening to the chatter head into the wee hours of the night.
Of course when I briefly mentioned getting out his party hat to help keep him awake, Mr. Bear mysteriously disappeared.
Maybe my pussies don’t really want to party after all…the horror!