Ladies and gentlemen. I want you to meet someone. I am here to introduce you to Mr. Cranky Pants.
What are you talking about Hemingway? And what are those funny letters on my orange furs?
Let me tell you what Mr. Cranky Pants did last night. When Mom got home from that work place, she opened the door so we could go outside. She also put food in our dishes so then we had a dilemma. Go outside or eat? I think Mr. Cranky Pants was more interested in going outside, so of course I headed for the food dish.
After supper, when Mom let us both back in the house and closed the door, something happened.
You know what. You went all crazy whacko on us!!! You were hissing and spitting and growling and carrying on like an idiot. I decided to stay away from you, especially after you actually screamed at me! Mom just stood and stared at you and so did I.
Maybe I got a bad batch of nip.
There’s no excuse for being Mr. Cranky Pants. Mom didn’t know if she even wanted you sleeping in her room last night, but you finally calmed down.
Maybe I had a bad dream.
You were wide awake.
Well, then it must have been my evil twin!
Well, see to it that you don’t let your evil twin come around here again.
20 thoughts on “Meet Mr. Cranky Pants”
We’re glad we didn’t meet you in the furs, Mr. Cranky Pants. Were you trying to imitate Oscar, my Grandma’s cat? Lucy and Xena
I don’t know what came over me! I still think it was my evil twin and not me!
Are you sure that you didn’t eat Mr. Cranky Pants dinner while he was outside? If not, then there was no excuse, except that he’s got those ginger furs. You know what they say about red heads. MOL! XOCK, angel Lily Olivia, Mauricio, Misty May, Giulietta, angel Fiona, Astrid, Lisbeth, Calista Jo, Cooper Murphy and Sawyer
Bur I always eat his food! MOL!!
Wow – that sounds like one of those “Snickers” candy bar commercials – “Hangry!” Maybe next time Mom should feed you on the porch so Steinie is out and can get his supper !
He sure was a mess. At least he’s “normal” tonight.
We all have out cranky-pants days, S. As long as you can calm it down, you’re all good….
Love and licks,
I’m trying to be calm, Cupcake. I think it’s my orange furs! They make me a little spitfire. MOL!
We are all entitled to a bad day sometimes.
Maybe you were upset by an intruder outside, Steinbeck?
I don’t know what got into my head but I hope it never comes back.
Oh oh! We sometimes have that with Nubia. That’s when we get out the Shelley valerian spray put it on a blanket and put the blanket in front of her upset royal highness. Does wonder and make her calm and sleepy. 🤣
Mom…….can we try that? We don’t want Mr. Cranky Pants coming for another visit.
Big Brother purrs…………Hemingway
Mr Cranky Pants sounds alarming. Hope he has gone for good!
We’re all decided Mr. Cranky Pants should not be let in the house. 🙂
Stereo purrs………Hemingway and Steinbeck
Well I imagine that was a bit upsetting to have your brother all of a sudden become Mr. Cranky Pants but by bedtime I guess everything was over with and all was forgiven? At least in my house with me being the only kitty I can be cranky with myself and nobody notices! HAHAHA
You’re lucky, Teddy. I kept trying to figure out what the problem was with Steinbeck, but neither Mom not I could get the answers. He’s back to himself again and it’s a calm household.
Big Brother purrs………..Hemingway
Oh mee oh mye Steinbeck you acted sorta like mee when mee has a hissy fit….were you too hot? Hungry? Uppyset? Scared bye sumfing??
Pleeze try to ree-lax an not scare yur Mumma an Hemingway….does yur Mumma have any Bach’ss Rescue Remedy?? When mee freekss out LadyMum rubss it inn mee earss an it REELLY calmss mee down quik!
Hope yur Okay now Steinbeck….
***nose rubsss*** Purrince Siddhartha xXx
Thanks so much for checking in on me. I’m doing fine now. Mom’s real happy with the real me. I don’t know where that evil twin came from but hopefully he’s gone for good! I’m back to being my mild self.
Have a great weekend.