"Conversations" With Bear Cat: Part 23

Ever wonder about what conversations occur in the Momma Kat household? 

Bear and I talk quite a bit - about a whole lot of random things. Did you miss any of the daily "conversations" posted to our Facebook page within the last two weeks? As usual, these "conversations" (posted below), include lots of snarky and dramatic randomness on both sides. 

Twitter page of Momma Kat and Her Bear Cat. Yep. Momma Kat and Bear finally joined Twitter. Can't imagine either of us speaking in 140 characters or less? We're both working on it (while repeatedly cursing the limitations). Momma's taken to occasionally posting sneak peeks at, or hints about, our Facebook conversations on our Twitter account, earlier in the day.
* From Momma to ***WINNING*** {Bear post}Bear takes over blogging duty for a post. He certainly has some opinions about being a finalist in the Best Pet Humor Blog category of the BlogPaws 2016 Nose-to-Nose Pet Blogging and Social Media Awards ... and shares the results of his "soul-searching" on the quality of Momma's assistance. What could go wrong?

For those of you who'd like to follow our Facebook conversations daily, our "new" post of the day goes up around 4pm CST (weekends may be a bit earlier). The "new" conversation will also be reposted around 8am CST the next day for those who missed it the day before.

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BC: Bear Cat
MK: Momma Kat

On the sitting duc ... cat:
MK: BEAR! Inside! Come on! It's dark out here!
MK: {finding Bear in the rose bush} INSIDE!
BC: HEY! You just grabbed my unmentionables!
MK: You were hiding so that the only part of you I could reach WAS your unmentionables!
BC: You GRABBED my BUTT! No touch-y my butt-y!
MK: No hide-y so I no reach-y.
BC: You're not even sorry!
MK: Neither are you.
BC: I'll MAKE you sorry.
MK: Fine.
{Stare down}
BC: You don't look scared.
MK: I'm not.
BC: But you're bleeding.
MK: So?
BC: My feline furry fury DEMANDS your recognition.
MK: I demand you go inside.
BC: Make me.
MK: I'm already bleeding. Like I care.
BC: I'm already hiding. Like I care.
MK: Fine.
MK: You win.
{Momma walks inside and closes the door}
BC: What the ...?!?!?!?!?
BC: HEY! I'm STILL OUT HERE! LET .. ME .. IN! THERE ARE ... THERE ARE ... {whispering} ... ferocious BEASTS out here! MOMMA?! MoooooommMMMMMA!!!! I'm a sitting duc ... cat! There are shadows! I see SHADOWS! They're getting closer! They're going to EAT me!!!! It's ... DARK out here!
BC: OH, WOE! I've returned to nature! I'm HOMELESS! I'm going to starve! I'm going to starve even more than when I was fed! POOR, POOR me! Princess Buttercup has been deposed. Abandoned!
MK: What's wrong?
MK: The door was only touching! All you had to do was push it with your nose! You know how to do that! You do that all the time!
BC: But ...
MK: Are you coming inside now?
BC: I'M NOT DONE SOWING MY WILD OATS! I'm big bad-ass Princess Buttercup! I've got the PRIDE! I've got the POWER! I'm a bad ass mother(BLEEP)er who won't take no (BLEEP) from no one!
BC: Wait! Wait! DON'T CLOSE THE DOOR! {Whispering} The shadows are WATCHING me!
{Bear runs inside, Momma closes the door.}
MK: {sigh}.
BC: You made me come inside! You want to keep me imprisoned in your house of human horrors! I DEMAND to be let outside!
MK: Wha ... the he ... BEAR! You're wet! Is that the only reason you jumped in my lap?
BC: Serves you right! For closing me out ... err ... in ... yeah! ... INside!

On ignoring sense:
MK: {sigh} Please?
MK: Pretty please?
BC: Pretty NO!
MK: Bear ...
MK: Really?
BC: Do I LOOK like a tasty whole chicken?
MK: I don't look like a tasty whole chicken and you bite me all the time!
MK: Wow. THREE reallys. I don't think I'll be able to sleep tonight.
BC: GOOD! It's about time your conscience kicked in!
MK: Come on, Bear. Don't make me drag you out.
BC: I'm not coming out EVER, EVER, EVER again! NEVER!
MK: You know I'm not going to give up. You can hide back in the corner under your cat tree where I can't reach you, for as long as you want, but I'm not giving up.
BC: Then why SHOULD I? Why do YOU get to be stubborn and I have to give in?
MK: That ACTUALLY makes a bit of sense.
BC: Why are you still looking at me?
MK: I'm waiting.
BC: I thought you said what I said made sense!
MK: I did. But that doesn't mean I'm not going to brush your teeth.
BC: What kind of (BLEEP)ed up human logic is that?!?!
MK: Despite any other concerns, if I don't brush your teeth, you'll lose the rest of them. You don't want to go through having a molar extracted again, do you? You were miserable. You were so out of it that it scared the hell out of me.
BC: Hmph. 
MK: Right?
BC: Maybe.
MK: Then why aren't you coming out?
BC: For the same reason you can ignore sense.
MK: Good point.
BC: Thank you.
BC: Why are you still watching me?
MK: I'm waiting.
BC: OH! WHAT am I feeling?!?! All my teeth are gone! No more brushing required!
MK: I know for a fact you have teeth because you bit me five minutes ago.
BC: RATS! My furry fury always gets me in trouble when I least expect it! A cat can't bite or claw without reminding the human he has both! I claw you? BANG! It's time to clip my claws! I bite you? Oop! The cat still has teeth! Feline furry fury is frequently fully frustrated!
BC: SPEEDY, QUICK-MOVING DENTAL DISEASE. MY TEETH!! MY TEETH!!!! They've completely disintegrated IN MY MOUTH! Oh, woe IS ME! No more brushing is required! No more biting for me! Nope! Bye, bye teeth!
MK: Uh huh. I guess I have to take your kibble away since you won't be able to chew it with NO TEETH.
BC: Ummm ... err ... I ... RATS!
Bear hiding in his cat tree corner, under his cat tree, to make it hard for Momma to nab him to brush his teeth . . .

On the crushed kibble:
MK: What the ...
BC: I'm not here!
MK: Oh rrrrrrrrrrrrrrreallly?
MK: Why is there a pile of kibble on my bed? Err ... make that a pile of CRUSHED kibble.
BC: CRUSHED?!?! How did my kibble get crushed?!?!? When I left it there, it was WHOLE! You ...
MK: It's okay, Bear. You're the only way the kibble could migrate to my bed - I already knew it was you.
MK: The question is, WHY did you leave a pile of kibble on my bed?
BC: I thought I might get the munchies so I made a little pile just in case.
MK: How did you move all that kibble?
BC: Very carefully.
{LONG silence}
BC: Get it? How did you ... very ... haha ... umm ... hmm.
BC: You're not laughing ...
BC: I brought it in piece by piece.
MK: So you went back and forth between your bowl and the bed multiple times, JUST IN CASE you got the munchies, to save yourself ONE trip to your food bowl?
BC: Is that a trick question?
MK: {sigh}.
BC: If I told you that I built the pile so that if I got hungry while we were snuggling, I wouldn't have to leave and miss a moment of snuggling - would you still be mad?
MK: Awww. That's so sweet! I love you, Bear! Maybe we should move your food bowl closer to my bed?
BC: Err ... I didn't say that's WHY I did it, I was just asking if you would still be mad ...
BC: Ummm ...
BC: What happened to your sense of humor! You've been grumpy ALL DAY! No wonder our "humor blog" sucks ... YOU HAVE NO HUMOR!
MK: Bear ...
BC: {sigh} Yes, yes, I know. I'm grounded. At least I don't lose my snuggle privileges ...
MK: AWWW. Beeeeeaarrr. I love our snuggles too! Come here ...
BC: ... Because if I wasn't allowed to snuggle up with you, YOU'D NEVER FORGIVE ME FOR ANYTHING!
BC: Oops. I REALLY should learn to think before I speak.

On firing:
BC: I REALLY hate when you brush my teeth.
MK: I know. But if I stopped brushing your teeth, you'd lose even more teeth than you've already lost.
MK: {sigh} Right.
BC: Wasn't that convincing? Should I add a hiss in there?
MK: Bear, you can fire and hiss at me all you want, but I'm not giving up on brushing your teeth.
BC: I wasn't ACTUALLY firing you. I was practicing! You know, for when the proper help comes forward. With all the benefits I enumerated in yesterday's blog post, like spending time with me 24/7/365, SURELY I'll be inundated with applications at any moment. I'm a hot potato!
MK: Hot pot ...
MK: Property?
BC: RATS! You know what I mean! Besides, even I know that firing someone involves actual fire.
MK: Yeah, umm ... no. It ACTUALLY doesn't. And with your ... ummm ... sense of how to do things, you'd probably set your tail on fire.
BC: Phht. I'm not STUPID. I wouldn't mess with that evil conflagration. You'd set yourself on fire.
MK: Yeah. Again, 'firing' as in 'terminating employment' doesn't actually involve fire. It's not nice to set people on fire.
BC: Do I have to explain EVERYTHING to you? THEY SET THEMSELVES ON FIRE! You just tell them to.
MK: Who would set themselves on fire voluntarily?
BC: If people didn't set themselves on fire voluntarily, ON DEMAND, then how else do you get to be president?
BC: That grumpy dude who's running for president? Didn't he tell a bunch of people to set themselves on fire to get them out of the way so he could be president?
MK: Not exactly. The firing and running for president are two separate things. He fired people as part of a television show.
MK: Yes, what?
BC: I'll fire people if I get my own television show! That sounds entertaining!
MK: You don't ACTUALLY set them on fire, Bear.
BC: I know. They set themselves on fire after you tell them to.
MK: You take things a bit too literally.
BC: HEY! It's more idiot idioms! How am I supposed to know when people are speaking figuratively or not?
MK: Use common sense?
BC: Common sense is for common people. Cats don't have common sense.
MK: {laughing} You said it ...
BC: I'm not common. And I'm not people. Therefore, I'd use extraordinary sense.
MK: Yes, well, last time I checked, your 'extraordinary sense' got your paw stuck in the toaster, and your body caught in the handle of a plastic bag, and your back paw ... BACK paw ... stuck in a jar of peanut butter.
BC: You know, most people with COMMON SENSE would wonder why all those things were trying to EAT me! Someone with COMMON SENSE would say, "Hmmm. That Bear Cat must be TASTY."
MK: You want to advertise your tastiness? Why would your tastiness matter to me?
BC: {SIGH} You'll never understand.
MK: You mean your comment doesn't make sense, commonly OR extraordinarily.
BC: It DOES make sense ... because ... because ... BECAUSE I SAID SO!

If you missed the blog post referenced in this conversation, written by the cat himself, you can find it here: From Momma to ***WINNING*** {Bear post}.

On the best part of Bear and Momma's relationship:
The hilarious aspects of Bear and Momma's relationship often overshadow the best part; today's conversation reminds us what that is and why Momma started this page to begin with.

BC: I like how the first thing you do when you wake up is reach for me.
MK: And I like that you're never far. ESPECIALLY when I'm flailing around and kicking because I'm having a horrid nightmare. Instead of running, you lay on top of me to remind me it's just a dream of the past and no longer my life.
BC: I like that the last thing you do before you go to sleep is tell me you love me ... for the millionth time that day.
MK: I love you all the time ... even when you're full of cattitude. Actually, I love you BECAUSE you're as full of cattitude as you're full of love.
BC: Speaking of cattitude ... I like biting you. And destroying things. It's always fun to get your attention.
MK: You're very good at biting, destroying, and getting attention.
BC: I like that you set aside time to play with me every day and go a bit psycho with exuberance. Even when that causes you to go a bit nuts and whack yourself in the head with my toys or run into things by accident.
MK: I have fun too. It's fun to be crazy and chase each other around and roughhouse, Mr. Fang and Claw.
BC: I like that you're always making new toys for me or finding new ways to make my life better. I can tell you walk around really seeing everything as it is and putting yourself in my paws.
MK: I wish I could be in your paws! Then I'd have claws. MROW!
BC: Ummm ... NO. I like that you always stop what you're doing when I require reassurance or some first class ear rubs/belly rubs/back scratches. Bonus that when I need reassurance or just to check-in, you understand that and don't go crazy and keep trying to pet me.
MK: I love you, Bear.
BC: I know. I like that you like to cuddle just as much as me and that you'll wait for me as long as it takes when I have to pretend that I'm indifferent to cuddling.
MK: You're well worth the wait, Bear. And your cuddling is the reason I'm still alive.
BC: I like that when I adopted you, you weren't used to having someone by your side at all times, but that even though it stressed you out and was outside your comfort zone, you still snuggled with me every time because I needed reassurance and closeness.
MK: I like that you always took the last step that separated us and didn't give up on me. I also like that you're not only a cuddle bug with a Bear-sized heart, but that you're also full of Bear-sized personality. You always make me laugh and love you more by just being you.
BC: You got lucky, didn't you?
MK: I did. When I started feeding you when you were homeless, I had no idea what I was getting myself into. I just saw a hungry, scared kitten that looked like she was ready to give me a chance.
BC: Yeah. That "she" thing was a problem.
MK: At least you weren't pregnant.
BC: No kidding. If I were a pregnant male, we'd have bigger problems than me being homeless and hungry.
BC: I DON'T like that you take me to the vet, brush my teeth, clip my claws, and wash my face.
MK: That's okay, I wouldn't expect you to. I just hope that in the end your life is better than if I did none of those things. I feel horrible taking you to the vet because I know how scared you get - I wish you never had to go.
BC: You're good at loving me even when I'm scared.
MK: I just wish I could make you less scared of everything - men, birds, squirrels, dogs, storms ... I wish I could take it all away and that you never felt insecure.
BC: You're a pretty good Momma.
MK: Thank you, Bear. That means more to me than anything else.
BC: I love you, Momma.
MK: I love you too, Bug.
MK: {sigh}.
BC: Cuddles?
MK: Absolutely.

To read more about the "she" thing (Bear's adoption story):
Momma and Bear recount Bear's adoption story in this blog post: Momma's Favorite Story.
And this is the original blog post sharing how Momma and Bear met: The good news is your cat is not pregnant . . . the bad news is . . . (or How We Met).

On nomnums:
{Pause as Bear looks up.}
MK: Hi, Bear!
BC: NO! Don't touch me! Back away and I won't release my furry fury on you!
MK: Let go!
MK: If you don't let go of the carpet with your claws, I'll clip your claws IN ADDITION to brushing your teeth and washing your chin.
MK: No. That would be your big belly that can't resist fishy numminess.
BC: RATS! You take advantage of Bear's big belly! My wet food fishy treat is just sitting out there ... looking so fishy and so nummy and so ... so ... TASTY. I can't help it! The fishy calls to me ... its fishy scent wafting through the house, all the way to my cat tree, where I hide from the horrors you subject me to daily. I'M SCREWED! SCREWED! SCREWED! BY YOU! ALL THE TIME! POOR, POOR BEAR CAT!
MK: Let go or claw clipping.
BC: You let go! You ... you ... err ... REALLY BAD PERSON!
MK: "Really bad person?"
BC: Oh, shut up.
MK: Just saying.
BC: Hmph. You told me not to bring my thesaurus with me when I ate because it was getting all fishy.
MK: Have you noticed that space contorts all around you?
BC: Are you calling me fat?
MK: No. I'm saying that not only do you have a big ego, but you act all big and tough and BAD, and throw around your weight like I should be scared.
BC: "Throw around your weight ... " I KNEW IT! You're calling me fat! You're not so skinny yourself! Think about THAT next time you come home with thirty KitKats.
MK: HEY! You don't see me commenting on your fishy habit.
BC: You brought home TWO CANS of fishy and THIRTY KitKats! In what existence is THAT fair?!?! I'VE BEEN SCREWED!
MK: {sigh} Just LET GO!
BC: No.
MK: Fine. I'm clipping your claws too, Mr. Tough Pants.
MK: Nothing like a grown male cat that squeals like a little girl.
BC: At least I'm not a BIG girl. Get it? BIG? As in FAT?
MK: {sigh} Yes, well, this BIG GIRL is about to clip your claws you big pain in the butt.

On sharing selfishness:
MK: Really, Bear?
BC: I'm not moving.
MK: Come on! I only left my desk chair to get dessert. I was gone for five seconds!
BC: Not my problem. My desk chair. Your KitKats.
MK: Damn it all, Bear!
BC: I'm not moving.
BC: HEY! I was here first! You can't sit here while I'm sitting here! It's MY chair! MINEMINEMINE! You humans are SO selfish!
MK: You can share.
BC: NO! No, I CAN'T SHARE. You're just being selfish!
BC: HEY! You're touching me! You can't touch me! THIS IS MY CHAIR AND I WAS HERE FIRST! There must be AT LEAST two inches between us when you're so rude as to attempt this "SHARING" SELFISHNESS!
MK: I need to get at least part of my butt on the chair!
BC: Do I look like I care? DEAL WITH IT. I'm NOT moving.
MK: You're spread out!
BC: It's not MY FAULT your butt is bigger than my entire body!
MK: You're SPREAD OUT! Curl up in a ball!
BC: You're touching me! You're TOUCHING me! YOU'RE TOUCHING ME!!!
MK: Move.
BC: You're SITTING on ME!
MK: I am not.
BC: But you're touching me. If you're touching me, YOU'RE SITTING ON ME.
MK: You'd think you'd take that as a hint.
BC: For what?
MK: You usually move if I crowd you. But you're still here!
BC: I'm not sorry! I'm tired of your tyranny! I'm fed up with your despotic reign! YOU ARE NOT THE BOSS OF BEAR! I demand you cease your selfish impositions on my sovereign rights!
MK: Your "sovereign rights" can feed themselves!
BC: Your selfish oppression can cuddle itself!
BC: WAIT! What? YOU CAN'T MOVE THE CHAIR! This ruins everything!
MK: I need a place to sit, Bear.
BC: You can't just move my chair out of the way and bring in another chair!
MK: Actually, now that I'm trying it, this chair is more comfortable. You're right. The desk chair is yours.
BC: This isn't how this works! I'm offended.You're supposed to annoy me and want the desk chair that I've conquered! You can't just give up and sit elsewhere! YOU RUIN EVERYTHING! I'm supposed to be in your way and make it impossible for you to do what you want to do!
MK: Oh?
BC: If you don't want the desk chair, I don't want the desk chair!
BC: HMPH! You take the ripped up desk chair, I'm going to sleep on my cat tree where I'm wanted, never disturbed, and the fabric is pristine!
MK: Yes, your cat tree, including its ten scratching posts, is the only pristine (and nicest) piece of furniture in this entire house! Yet you still demand whatever I want to use.
MK: Fine. Ignore me.
BC: I will!
ABOVE: "I'm not moving." ~Bear Cat          
BELOW: "You can't just move my chair out of the way and bring in another chair!" ~Bear Cat
To read more about the start of the desk chair wars: Chair + Towel + Cat = Tons of Pictures.

On reading:
BC: This book sucks!
MK: What? You don't read!
BC: What's that have to do with anything?
MK: Books are for reading.
BC: I don't know what you're talking about. Read? I've never seen you read books! Isn't that always what you accused the Big Dodo of not doing?
MK: What do you mean?
BC: When he was "assembling" stuff!
MK: You have a good memory.
BC: Remember that the next time you think about ticking me off.
MK: Yes, I did suggest he read the instructions when he was trying to put stuff together.
BC: And then things would go flying all over the place. I assumed 'reading' meant throwing things around. You told him to read the instructions and then he started throwing $#!+ all over the place. Then he stomped off and told you to put it together yourself. But I've never seen you throw books around.
MK: No. Reading means to look at the tiny type on the pages of the book or paper. It tells a story or gives you information you'd like to or need to learn. And the Big Dodo never read the instructions. He threw stuff around because he got angry and frustrated that he couldn't assemble whatever it was - even though he wouldn't bother to read the instructions to find out how to put whatever it was together.
BC: Do we have a book about tasty whole chickens?
MK: No.
BC: Can you get a book about tasty whole chickens?
MK: Err ... I can check the library.
BC: Lie prairie? Like a field of lies? I KNEW you were a liar! Hmph. It just figures that humans are so stupid they require a prairie of lies since they aren't smart enough to come up with their own lies. I bet the lies are devised by cats. And then you humans go around harvesting the lies from the prairie.
MK: You're a HORRIBLE liar, Bear. Actually, most cats are horrible liars ... you'll catch them red-pawed and they'll still tell you they didn't do it.
BC: Because we don't. We're all sweet little kitty cats.
MK: Liar. "Bear! Get off the counter!" "I'm not on the counter!" (CRASH!!) "Whoa! A glass just kamikazied itself off the counter!"
MK: Liar. "Bear! Get your paw out of the toaster!" "My paw's not in the toaster!" Pause. "AHHHH! HELP! The toaster is trying to eat me! My paw is locked in its ferocious jaws!"
MK: Liar. "Bear! Get off the bathroom counter!" "I'm not on the bathroom counter!" (CRASH!!!). "It's not my fault your shelves vomited their contents into the toilet!"

BC: Maybe you should think about all the "BEAR!" "BEAR!" "BEAR!" you yell.
MK: Liar. I don't yell.
BC: Well, hmph. That's just a technicality. How rude. I just wanted you to get the fun books that project light on the walls. The light is fun to chase. But NOOOO. You have to bring up all this other stuff about cats being liars!
MK: Light on the walls?
BC: Are you calling me a liar again?
MK: Wait a ... oh. You mean the books with the clear plastic sleeves to protect the cover and back that reflect the light onto the walls.
BC: How should I know? I'm a LIAR, remember?
MK: I love you, Bear. But you ARE a liar.
BC: Maybe you should go to your lie prairie and think about when I tell you I love you.
MK: You love me.
BC: I'm a liar, remember?
MK: Are you lying about not loving me or lying about loving me? BEAR?!?!
BC: Wouldn't YOU like to know.
{Bear turns around, flicking his tail, and sauntering off like the drama queen he is ... }

On Bear hiding from Momma:
MK: See?! Now was that so bad?
BC: YES! I barely survived you brushing my teeth! BARELY. SURVIVED. The toothbrush came THIS.CLOSE to ... to ... err ... being the instrument of my demise.
MK: The toothbrush has murderous intent? Or disgruntled discontent?
BC: AND you almost whacked my head on my cat tree trying to snatch me!
MK: Only because you were hiding back in your cat tree corner and I had to wrangle a squirming cat out from under the cat tree. I'm very careful - I haven't hurt you once. You meanwhile ...
BC: One of these days, I'll give you furry fury you can't ignore.
MK: Bear hiding from Momma,
Under his cat tree,
H -- I -- S -- S -- I -- N -- G.
First came claw, then came fang,
All from whence indomitable furry fury sprang.

BC: HI-larious. NOT.
BC: Here's a joke. (AHEM!!!)
BC: Knock knock.
MK: Who's there?
BC: Funny.
MK: Funny who?
BC: Funny who? Not you!
BC: You're not laughing. I made that up myself!
MK: Yes, I can tell.
BC: What's THAT supposed to mean?!?!?
MK: Knock knock.
BC: Who's there?
MK: Grounded.
BC: Grounded wh ... wait a ...
BC: But I'm not ... OH. RATS!
BC: I HATE YOU! With murderous intent AND disgruntled discontent.
MK: So an ordinary day?
BC: Well ... I ... err ... ! RATS!

On last resorts:
BC: Why are you looking at me like that?
MK: Bear ...
BC: You act like I barf on purpose!
MK: Maybe if you didn't ...
BC: I can't help it!
MK: Oh really?
BC: Phht. You're just persecuting me. A sweet little kitty cat led to the sarcastic slaughter of your horrid humanity. You're jealous of my keen intellect!
MK: What about the super-extra dramatic barf that you only do while I'm sleeping - as a last resort to wake me up?
BC: It's NOT THE last resort! My last resort is climbing . . .
BC: RATS! Damn it all to kitty hell!
MK: The last resort is climbing in my closet, right?
BC: You always trick me!
MK: Right.
BC: You have no idea! Do you know what it feels like to be outwitted by a CLEARLY inferior intellectual being?
MK: Every day.
BC: Wait a ... what?
BC: Are you calling me a ...
MK: Hate. The currency of the inferior.
BC: I'll have you know ...
BC: You won't get away with ...
BC: My next target is ... umm ... hmmm.
MK: Just realizing you've barfed EVERYWHERE on EVERYTHING I own except the linoleum in the kitchen and the tile in the bathroom? Otherwise known as the easiest places for me to clean?
BC: You act like you're SPECIAL! I barf on everything I own too!
MK: So you finally admit those aren't the same things?
BC: NO! I OWN everything in here! EVERYTHING! If I barfed on it, it's mine! MINE MINE MINE! I'm the boss!
MK: A need for control - another currency of the inferior.
BC: Well, but ... you're awfully plucky today! If you don't knock it off, I'm going to barf on you while you're sleeping. Again.
MK: {smiling} No control, right?

On 'Male Princess Buttercup Black Bear Cat of the Forest WITHOUT a tiara' (tipsy Momma - part 1):
MK: Oww.
BC: Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha! {SNORT!} Do it again, Momma! Do it again! That was hilarious!
BC: Momma? MoooooooooooooooooooommmmmMMMA!?!?!?
BC: Why, oh, why did I not pay attention when Momma described mouth-to-mouth?!?! If she dies, how will I get my wet food treat?!? Hmm. If I just whack her in the face with my paw  ... oh, and huh. FHHHH! I'm trying to save you, Momma! Hold on! FHHHH! WHACK! WHACK! FHHHH! WHACK! WHACK! FHHHH!
MK: Why are you whacking me in the nose and blowing on my face?
BC: Mouth-to-mouth! I saved your life! I DID it! I should get some kind of award for that! Maybe a tiara?
MK: Bear ...
BC: You don't have to thank me ... never mind. Thank me! Thank me with TREATS! I saved your life!
MK: Bear! I wasn't in distress! My back hurt so I stretched super big, causing my desk chair to tip over and my head to hit the floor. I just needed a second.
BC: You didn't do that on purpose?
MK: No, Bear.
BC: You should do it again. It was pretty funny.
MK: Yeah, no thanks. Once was more than enough.
BC: You ruin all my fun! You wouldn't let me save your life so I can get a tiara! You won't do it again! And you won't do it again to see if this time I need to save your life! I HATE YOU!
MK: Yeah. Thanks for your concern.
BC: You, you, YOU! Everything is ALWAYS about YOU! When do I get to be the hero? When do I get to be the star? What about me? ME, ME, ME, ME! Momma Kat and Her Bear Cat. PHHT. Bear Cat and His Momma Kat. Bear Cat and His Momma. Bear Cat and His Selfish Momma! Bear Cat! Bear Cat! Bear Cat!
BC: What?
MK: You ARE the star. EVERYTHING is about you. No one reads our blog for me.
BC: DUH! I KNOW THAT! Oh. Can I save your life now?
MK: {sigh} Sure.
MK: {rolling all over the floor} I'm dying. DYYYYYYIIIINNNG! UGH! UGH! I'm dying!
MK: OOF! Yeah. Thanks for saving my life by plopping your butt down on my face.
BC: If you can't breathe, and my action, like say moving, restores your breathing, then I saved your life.
MK: Fantastic. You can move now.
BC: That was anti-climactic. You're still alive.
MK: All the better to feed you.
BC: Huh. I guess. I could use some ear rubs too. It's the least you can do to compensate me for not letting me save your life and ruining all my fun. The Great (male) Princess Buttercup Bear (WITHOUT a tiara) has spoken. OOH! And you may bow before me too!
MK: I'M selfish?
BC: Silence!
MK: Right, Buttercup.
BC: HEY! That's "Male Princess Buttercup Black Bear Cat of the Forest WITHOUT a tiara" to you!

The introduction of Princess Buttercup and Bear's desire for a tiara are found in the "On tiaras" series toward the top of "Conversations" With Bear Cat: Part 22.

On Momma and monkies (tipsy Momma - part 2, a few days after part 1):
MK: {mumbling} Stupid! I'll fix this ... just have to ... almost ... EEEEH??!??!
{Pause ... !!!!THUNK!!!!}
BC: Are you alive?
MK: Yes.
BC: Does that mean I can laugh now?
MK: {sigh} Sure, why not?
BC: You should know by now that any time you feel the need to say, "I shouldn't do this. I KNOW it's a bad idea," it isn't going to end well. ESPECIALLY when you tack on, "Don't tell anyone I did this, Bear." I bet a hospital emergency room could triage visits based on JUST those statements alone.
MK: {sigh} I hit my head and hurt my wrist.
BC: Case in point.
MK: You're one to talk, Mr. I'm-going-to-jump-this-seven-foot-tall-entertainment-center-if-it's-the-last-thing-I-do-JUST-because-you-put-something-up-there-that-I-MIGHT-want-to-play-with.
BC: HEY! I haven't done that in a really long time!
MK: Yes. Because trying to stop you from jumping it was pointless, and you scared the crap out of me, so I stopped putting stuff up there to get it out of your reach. I now utilize other hiding spots.
BC: Hmph. This is the SECOND time you've fallen over in the desk chair in the past week! If it didn't work out for you to reach from the chair when you were sitting IN it, it isn't going to work out any better for you to reach from the chair when you're standing up ON it!
MK: You're right. I should use a chair that doesn't tilt back and tip over so easily with just a tiny weight shift.
BC: TINY? TINY weight shift? YOU!?!?! That's like coming up against a lion and saying, "It's only a TINY cat!"
MK: There's a reason my mom used to call me a monkey.
BC: Because you always chatter and never shut up?
BC: Because you like bananas?
MK: {sigh}.
BC: Because you're always annoying?
{Silence as Bear and Momma stare at each other}
BC: Hey. Don't blame me. You're the only blogger who routinely confesses to this kind of human idiocy. Most people would never admit to this.
MK: If I'm going to share your foibles for people to laugh at, it only seems fair to share my own.
BC: Who LAUGHS at ME?!?! I'll claw a mother-(BLEEP)er!
BC: WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIT! Other hiding spots? WHERE!?!?!?!
MK: Bear! Stop jumping on me!
MK: {muffled} Yeah. Sitting on my face isn't any better.
BC: YOU'RE the one laying on the floor.
BC: Only because you're CRAZY!
BC: Uh oh.
{Bear rips up carpet, RIGHT in Momma's line of sight, but JUST out of Momma's reach.}
MK: The cat. One of the few beasts that rely upon a brutal offense for a good defense.
BC: The human. One of the few beasts stupid enough to tangle with a brutally offensive cat.
MK: I could've died!
BC: But you didn't.
MK: But I could have.
BC: Then don't do that again.
BC: BOO-YAH. TWICE in a row!


  1. Thank you for a morning chuckle, Bear Cat. "Your selfish oppression can cuddle itself!" - the best! :-)

    1. Ah, yes. The SHARING selfishness. Rare in cats. Common in humans :)

  2. Hi Male Princess Buttercup Black Bear Cat of the Forest WITHOUT a tiara, I have to chuckle as my peep has the same chair dilema as yours. We have reached an accord and settled (pardon the pun) on three chairs and one sofa. Any more and I wont be able to go mousing! purrs ERin

    1. You give my Momma something to think about. Because I'm CLEARLY not the problem here. I'm certainly in good company if you understand. :) ~Bear Cat

  3. Are you in the Snday Selfie Bear Cat I can't see the badge and thought I might have the wrong post err. right, * sigh *

    1. RATS! That's the FINAL PAW, my Momma is FIRED! Remember in our last post where I mentioned Momma didn't know what a blog hop was? It appears she is still clueless. She just linked to our regular page instead of a special selfie post. Which is why there is no badge. Now she knows. Yes, yes. I know. HOW COULD SHE NOT KNOW HOW THIS WORKS?!?!? {SIGH}. Bad Momma! ~Bear Cat

  4. You two make quite the team! Bear that was a grand idea moving the kibble in bits, wow did I just think up a name we could sell, anymeow, grand idea. We have wet noms and Einstein tries to bring them into the living room but he won't share, darn.
    Glad to have met you both on Sunday Selfies
    Timmy and Family

    1. Thank you for stopping by. I like that, "kibble in bits by Timmy Tomcat." With these incompetent humans around we need to stay on our toes to make sure there's enough money for the essentials - nip, treats, FISH. My Momma mainly feeds me kibble (aka NOT REAL FOOD) - but I get a wet food treat everyday (she's tried to wean me off it, but let's just say she's not quite as stubborn as I am).
      You've got so many beautiful kitties on your page to choose just ONE for Sunday selfies - when you look like the kitties in your little clowder, you should each get your own spotlight!

  5. PS
    "Subscribe by Atom" below is broken

    1. Thank you so much for telling us about the problem ... Momma has no idea what she's doing. It took her 15 minutes just to find what you were talking about (she only read what 'atom' was a few days ago and we've had this blog for over a year - YIKES!). Momma's quite incompetent, but also ridiculously stubborn so hopefully she'll get it fixed (eventually). Thank you again. I'm sorry it wasn't right the first time.

  6. That was a long conversation you've had, Bear, and very lovely not moving Selfies on the chair :D Pawkisses for a Happy Sunday :) <3

    1. Thank you for stopping by Little Binky and Granny. Like you, I was homeless when my Momma started feeding me and then she fell in love with me and brought me inside. That was ten years ago and, while Momma annoys me sometimes, my life is pretty purrfect. Enjoy your Sunday together <3

  7. You kitties have quite the conversations. Very funny.

  8. You are so very purretty. You remind mommy and me of sis Lexi. Concats on your nominatin.

    Luv ya'


    1. Thank you for stopping by. AND for the compliment and congratulations. My Momma doesn't tell me how handsome I am NEARLY enough. Lexi must be a knock-out ;)

    2. You're welkum. Bein' from da South we believe in tellin' it like it is. So when me sees gawjusness, me just has to say it. And fank you. Me's sis Lexi was a knock out. She left us fur heaven in March, but she will always be 'membered and a pawrt of our lives. Fanks fur visitin' and followin' me as well. Me luvs makin' new furiends.

      luv ya'


  9. It sounds like you have a very interesting time at your house!

  10. Your conversations are hilarious, Bear Cat.

  11. Our mom didn't get to read every conversation right now, but she'll be back later to read more. You two make a great comedy team. Mom was ROTFLHAO when she read your comment on our post this morning. XOCK, Lily Olivia, Mauricio, Misty May, Giulietta, Fiona, Astrid, Lisbeth and Calista Jo

    1. We're glad you stopped by regardless. Momma's been rethinking the size of our posts - especially after hopping around to all the other blogs. Yours is our favorite though <3

  12. She grabbed your unmentionables? MOUSES!


    1. I feel ... I feel ... violated! Poor me. If it gets any worse, I'll have to pack up all my stuff and come live with you, Seville! ~Bear Cat

