Meowpocalypse Now.

It is time, my friends. Time for YOU to tell us (Queen Jmeoww Consuela Gee & Tiff Gee) about your pet disasters. We are not here to diagnose your troubles. We are simply here to laugh at with you and revel in the fact that we are not alone.

So, please grab our button. Remember, all pets (EVEN BIRDS) are welcome. We would appreciate a follow and would also like you to make some new friends/support group members.


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And what kind of story do we have for you on this momentous day? The story of our Meowpack.
What in the ever-living-hell is a meowpack, you ask? Think of a wolfpack, and swap out the wolves for cats.  There is a clear leader in a pack, and then those that are less and less dominant.
Well guess who falls at the bottom of our meowpack? Me. The female human. The female who rescued a tiny black kitten from a life on the streets. The female who single-mothered her for months and who is still the target of aggressive early morning face cuddles. 
How do I know that I am the lowest member of the totem pole? So glad you asked!

• When just her and I are awake in the morning and she does her business, she doesn't bury it. She metaphorically shits on me. I thought she just regressed back to being an asshole kitten, but shortly after I realized this was happening this video was released. It is science. The science of dominance. Keep that in mind when you are trying to put someone in their place.

• She still tries to kill me. Yes, I am being dramatic. But when she wants to play or just wants attention, if I walk by her she will claw and bite the shit out of my legs. And she doesn't back down. I've been trying to "challenge" her with it lately, but shit she is tough to intimidate. My ankles are consistently covered in scratches. If I don't let her claw at my flesh, she lets out this guttural meow like I am denying her some great pleasure. 

• And the most obvious sign that I am the weakest meowpack member? These things never happen to Justin. Of course not! Why would she make her precious secret eye-blinking Justin smell her morning constitutional while he brushes his teeth? And obviously her beloved's ankles are too perfect for scarring. No, he does not deserve such abuse.

This is the boss of me.

And that is the current state of our Meowpack. My hope is that we will return to the natural order of things, soon. Meaning I am in charge of everyone, obviously.