Being the resident cray cray cat lady of Nashville, it’s a given that I shove my precious pussy Mr. Bear into a costume on any and all occasions that arise.
Unwillingly the cutest, calmest bat cat in all of his glory.
Now because my Teddy is the most laid back pussy you’ll ever meet, over the years I’ve been able to shove him into a sombrero, a tie, a Santa suit, bunny ears and last Halloween, into a Robin Thicke costume (complimenting my Miley – and yes, if you didn’t already know or believe my previous statement, I am bat shit crazy over my feline. I couldn’t love him more if I birthed him myself. Judge away).
But I knew this holiday season was going to be different because Ted and I acquired a new resident this year in the form of a very annoying, extremely lovable, mentally challenged (think Lloyd Christmas from Dumb and Dumber) tuxedo cat we cleverly named New Cat. Wondering how I could costume a trio, my gal pal over at Apple Pie and Napalm suggested Catman and Robin, with me chiming in as Catwoman, obviously.
Downloaded templates from the Internet, velcro strips and felt were all that was needed to outfit my super heroes.
I bonded the Catman pieces to felt with fabric glue.
And then cut velcro strips that easily stuck to the felt backed masks and collars.
Hoping NC was high from glue fumes, my fingers were crossed that he would bond with his costume before I tried to slide him into it.
You want me to put what where??
After thirty minutes of trying to wrangle New New into his Robin collar, I should have known by his crazy eyes just how well this photo shoot would go…
What the fuck is happening to me?!
While Ted patiently waited in his full on Catman garb, I wrestled New Cat WWE style to get the damn mask around his head.
.0001 second into the shoot and Mr. Tuxedo was already one-eyed.
Three seconds into the shoot, I thought this was going to be a slightly less stressful event, as New Cat settled down.
Until second five when NC decided to try to entice Catman into a fist fight.
Masked crusader brawl about to break out.
Staying in character, I tried to strong armed the ferocious felines into sitting still enough for one more shot….which might have worked if New Cat hadn’t somehow become more slippery than a greased pig.
Taking the back door exit. No wonder Robin was never the star – he was a big pussy!
So what’s a crazy cat lady to do when one of her pussies is being beyond cooperative during a photoshoot?
Do it again, naturally.
Trying to get my eyes clawed out is one of my many specialties.
As you can see my second attempt failed more miserably than my first and Mr. Tuxedo meowed so loudly my ears were ringing.
FUCK. THIS. NOISE.
Seeing that there was no coaxing my new pussy into anymore costume shenanigans, TB and I went back to what we do best.
Being a dynamic duo.
Puuurfect.
Which is exactly how Teddy prefers it.
CBXB
