Tag: Nebula fae

Nebula seems determined to make the move suck as little as possible. I’ve started packing up some knick-knack type stuff on my shelves and she has decided that the giant pile of packing paper is a vicious dragon that she must slay in order to protect the safety of the apartment realm and is currently pouncing on it at a full run. 

Never change Nebbie. 

Arthur and I were playing fetch. I was on the bed while Nebula was laying on the chair. Typically, if Arthur brings me his tennis ball and I don’t throw it, he pitches a fit until I do. 

I guess he decided to let the kitty have a turn throwing it, so he put it on the chair next to her. But being a kitty, she can’t exactly throw a tennis ball. And because she doesn’t understand fetch anyway, she thought that he gave her the tennis ball and kept it. 

The ensuing tantrum was MONUMENTAL. And every time he tried to take the tennis ball back, Nebula would smack him across the face to keep him from taking it. 

“He gave it to me! It’s MINE now.”

 The face of a kitty who regrets absolutely nothing. 

He kept crying and hollering about it though, so eventually I had to take it from her. She let me have it with a look of utter feline resignation. 

My cat tried to mug me.

She laid on my wallet and when I tried to grab it from her, she dug her claws into it and wouldn’t give it back. This naturally resulted in us rough housing while I yelled “Where’s my money, kitty?! Where’s my money?!”