How My Pussies Party

Thrilled out of his ever loving party mind.

Partying down with my fave pussy.

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.

What's going to happen? WHAT?!

What’s going to happen? WHAT?!

Not wanting to miss any of the arrivals, New Cat acted as if his face was super glued to my front window.

Anxiously awaiting arrivals

Are they here? Are they here? Are they here?!

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.

While Ted greeted guests as he does at every party I host. Host with the most.

A host with the most. And you bet your ass he knows it.

Shenanigans soon ensued and us girls were greasing our dry throats with much-needed shots.

Party time. Down the hatch.

Down the hatch.

Not wanting to miss a single second of the action, Mr. Bear took a seat front and center.

I demand a milk shot.

I demand a shot of milk.

He wooed all of the ladies acting as if he was just one of the girls while pretending to converse with the group.

Little pussy talk among girls.

Doling out love advice.

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…

Can't stop. Won't stop talking.

Can’t stop. Won’t stop talking.

…until we coerced him into some tequila.

Drunk kitty.

Drunk kitty is a quiet kitty.

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.

Catching a cat nap between cocktails.

This party hosting business is exhausting.

However, as the evening progressed Mr. Tuxedo’s second wind appeared and I found these two in a lick-a-thon in my closet.

Second wind. Lick-a-thon in my closet.

Spiffing each other up for the girls.

After I broke up the love fest, my pussies explored the festivity goods like feline versions of Lewis and Clark.

Sneaky...sneaky...sneaky...

Sneaky…sneaky…sneaky…

And did they ever find some treasure.

Fancies Chick-fil-a bites

New Cat tried to pilfer chicken nuggets…

Carb Cat.

…while Ted decided to go for the carbs with bean dip.

After stuffing themselves silly, passing out was inevitable.  But much to NC’s dismay, our boisterous group ignored his attempts to obtain beauty sleep.

Someone shut these bitches up.

Someone shut these bitches up.

Mr. Tuxedo (who isn’t the brightest pussy on the planet) went into hiding, hopeful that a curtain would grant him peace and quiet.

Getting peace and quiet behind the curtain.

Not-so-sound proof solution.

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.

Snuggling up to a frame, trying to keep his eyes open.

So my cat, not wanting to miss a minute of fun.

Of course when I briefly mentioned getting out his party hat to help keep him awake, Mr. Bear mysteriously disappeared.

Takes after his Ma, little party animal.

As you can see, the party hat thrills Ted out of his ever-loving feline mind.

Maybe my pussies don’t really want to party after all…the horror!

CBXB

CBXB!

 

36 thoughts on “How My Pussies Party

  1. LifeOfBun says:

    Oooo a lick-a-thon, sounds like a p-diddy party up in thuuur!

  2. I think you and your felines were born to party. Someone once bought my son a Garfield toy with a lampshade on its head, and wearing the ‘Born to Party’ badge. 🙂

  3. stylentonic says:

    I must definitely do a party for my cats too! Kissss

  4. Typically naughty! And loving it…

  5. Mitzie Mee says:

    Be careful with the milk Ted:)

  6. Phil Lanoue says:

    Well it was very nice of you to throw them a party. That’s who it was for right?!

  7. Tell me the bean dip was all his after the initial intro…

    And that Johnny Cash pic is just about THE BEST thing I have seen in awhile!!!

    • Johnny Cash is my pride and joy (after Ted and NC of course). I spent a small fortune having it framed but it’s one of the fave things I own, so well worth it!

      Bean dip was later on in the evening after he sniffed at tequila. I think he was on a Mexican kick.

  8. JMC813 says:

    So let me get this straight. A cat that has to have a special diet of designer cat food also eats bean dip when he thinks nobody is looking. This can NOT end well. LOL He is a pretty laid back ladies man though. Points for your primary pussy. Mr Ted is a pretty well put together pussy I gotta say. Looks like you took my advice and found out what kind of drunk Teddy (Thatth Mithter BEAR to you) was when he drinks tequila. Apparently a bold, talkative, never shut up kinda man among cat’s. LOL.

    • Oh yes. Never shut the fuck up drunk cat indeed! Little life of the party, my Mihter BEAR! But yes, the cat on special diet food goes for the vegetarian bean dip! And no that didn’t end well, as you guessed!

  9. markbialczak says:

    “Cat in a Party Hat.” Dr. Seuss missed out on a sequel, and Ted could have had himself another cover. New Cat already has his tuxedo for the movie debut, too, we know. Great cat night for the ladies bash, CBXB!

  10. Geez, I’m exhausted and somehow I feel a little tipsy too, guess seeing all those shots made it all the way across the miles. Why is the room spinning?

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