Film me, Bitches.
I always knew my pussy was a self-absorbed, one-of-a-kind, scene stealing feline but I had no clue he could also act as a producer, director, location scout, lighting manager and camera man at the same time.
When filming a sizzle reel in my mini manse for a possible reality TV show, my main squeeze Ted put his mad skills to use as soon as the equipment hit the floor.
Any other color for this cord? Say, pink for instance?
Can we get this bar a tad lower? I can’t jump over anything more than one inch off of the ground.
This angle is all wrong. Jesus!
Envisioning potential for filming a scene.
A little more light over here, please!
Location scout.
While I was under the impression Mr. Bear was taking charge for my well-being, he had other ideas…
No, seriously. Film me. NOW.
More light shining on me, please!
CUT! She’s blocking my good side.
Puurfectly primped pussy poised for an interview.
After all of the spotlight stealing, Tedstar needed a cattail to take the edge off.
Being a cat star is beyond exhausting.
After resting his weary paws, TB realized he was one pooped pussy and decided it was a wrap (such a diva already).
No pawtographs, please.
Upon waking up the next morning, I could tell Ted was wondering where the fabulous lighting had gone as he cruised from room to room looking for our mini manse guests.
Since he’s so lonesome for the camera, I make him feel better every other minute by shouting –
“Lights! Camera! Teddy!”
CBXB
