The Agony of Being a Cat Mom

You know how moms of humans sometimes talk about feeling guilty and torn leaving their offspring, while going to work/vacation/out for much needed drinks away from the homestead?

I’ve often thought these women were fucked in the head for not wanting time away from their children until my little ones started pulling this shit whenever I try to leave the mini manse (and yes, my babies are cats. Stop judging).

Ted and New Cat have a perch right by my front window that allows them to look over the mighty kingdom of the side yard.

The perching isn't always this polite.

The perching isn’t always this polite.

When hearing my keys clink together New New typically scrams, knowing that it’s time to nap the day away.

Would you leave already? I have some very serious napping to do.

Would you leave already?
I have some very serious snoozing to do.

On the other hand Mr. Bear, acts as if he’s aboard the sinking Titanic with my departure being the last time we’ll ever see one another before drowning into the abyss of dark ocean waters (he takes after his mother in the drama department). So as soon as he hears the key hit the doorknob, he immediately engages me in a stare down.

What? Where do you think you're going?!

Goodbye my love.

Then he quickly tip toes like he’s walking the plank over the windowsill with high hopes of preventing my exit.

Sneak attack

Tricky Teddy’s balancing act isn’t always so graceful.

Before I know it, a blur of gray appears before my eyes.

The mad dash

The mad dash.

The little love of my life then tries to morph into The Rock, keeping the steel door from closing in his furry face.

High hopes the door swings back open.

Too bad he doesn’t have a shirt to rip off.

Regretfully I draw the door closed as my heart starts cracking.


Oh how the guilt washes over me as I gently shut the door.

Last ditch attempt with a strong paw

Does anyone else hear the violin music from the Titanic movie playing?

I get it moms to humans. I get it.

Is it too much to ask to be a stay at home cat mom?



17 thoughts on “The Agony of Being a Cat Mom

  1. SerachShiro says:

    Noooo it isn’t too much asked to be a stay at home mum 🙂 ! That face ……………….<3 <3:) !!!

  2. JMC813 says:

    I am guessing after the Ted Man pulls his guilt trip he finds an equally snooze worthy spot in the Manse. Only to wake just as you arrive back home and tell you exactly how he was sure you were never going to return and to never EVER do that to him again. Ted has had some great Drama coaching it seems. LOL.

  3. LifeOfBun says:

    Haha New New looks huge in that shot. In the end, there ain’t no better job!!

  4. Oh, that face would be just too much for me to cope with. I think I’d have to work from home and get all my groceries delivered. As Shakespeare once wrote, “Parting is such sweet sorrow.” 😕

  5. Ted may shame you in the morning, but I’m thinking he lets NC eat his expensive food in exchange for silence about the wild parties he throws while you’re at work. That guilty face is hiding secrets, and why else would Newy be so tired? There’s a story here, I can tell.

    • I think that you are SPOT on – neither boy could even lift their head up to look my way on Sunday morning. lt must be like those cat litter commercials where all the cats come into play while owners are away?! 🙂

  6. reocochran says:

    I like this photo and your cat ownership thoughts, too. Sending you smiles for the weekend!

  7. OH CRAP, did I spell “wear” wrong when I meant to say “where”? shit

  8. Oh geez, you did it again, now I’ve got protein smoothie all over my shirt wear I spit it from LOLing. THAT FACE. You are so being guilt shamed. I never left my kid OR my pets; I was totes cray cat/dog lady. That’s the only reason why I can travel now, I have a completely empty nest.

    • Well how am I supposed to earn the dough for the $60 bags of cat food my two monsters eat?!? SO guilt shamed but a mama’s gotta do what a mama’s gotta do. Sorry for the protein smoothie mess…! 🙂

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