My dynamic duo with obvious personality galore.
When I found myself on what felt like death’s doorstep the past few days with stomach flu, I turned to my two pussies to aid in my caretaking.
Down with the sickness.
I mean, it’s the least these little shits could do after all this cat mom has done for her darling Teddy Bear and force adopted New Cat.
Or the time when New Cat had pink eye?
And got to wear a cone on his head for three weeks?
So it was heartwarming when my two
bitchy beyond high maintenance felines put their furry noggins together, figuring out a way to patrol their sick mother.
Mr. Bear is the brains behind every operation while Mr. Tuxedo is the belly. Yes, I said belly as this black and white cat looks like he swallowed a 16 pound bowling ball while adorning a head the size of a pin since coming to reside at our mini manse.
Fuck mom. What’s for supper?
Ted decided to throw his thick boned body on my aching stomach for 16.8 hours each day, forcing me to lie as still as a wax statue on display at Madame Tussaud’s museum, so as not to interrupt his day long nap.
We flipped sides once to alleviate any growing couch sores.
While Ted was busy taking one for the team on the sofa, New New mimicked me by playing dead.
Looks just how I feel.
When I did make it up off of the couch taking my ass to either the refrigerator or my bed (each destination seemed like a marathon distance) Ted demanded to check everything that went into my body.
Chocolate malt cleared for consumption.
While Tedstar was busy smacking his chops over ice cream, New Cat perused my sack of meds and liquids left by pals at my doorstep.
Inspector Gadget, disappointed at the lack of tuna in the bag.
Each pussy did their best to get in some face time with mama, however.
My own personal scarf made out of cat.
FaceTime at its finest.
Naturally Teddy Bear was exhausted after day one of my illness and he retreated to his Juicy Couture Pussy Palace (where he refers to himself as king) to recuperate from all of his caretaking.
Snuggling down for a 24 hour nap.
It wasn’t until New Cat decided to maul my face that Ted was roused out of his leopard fur tent.
Too close for TB’s comfort.
A flash of gray fur rolled passed me fast as a tumbleweed as Teddy resumed his spot on my abdomen.
Lick her lips again and I will end you, you fucking new feline you.
The most recent addition to the mini manse was forced to watch all of the snuggling action from the floor as Ted is a master at throwing cold shade at anyone (or cat) that gets in his way.
The shut out.
Thing is, New Cat has his own wily ways, as he’s taken pointers from his conniving older brother. Waiting until Bear was snoring in a deep slumber, NC made a leap for my lap, nestling in ass to ass with his not-so-tiny sibling who barely batted an eye due to my mad multitasking abilities (rubbing one pussy’s belly while catching the other…I know, I know impressive).
Three’s a crowd.
While I’m now almost fully mended (Skinny Pirates sound good again!), I’m willing to rent my pussies out to patrol you if you’re feeling under the weather.
You’re welcome in advance.