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 Posted: Tue Mar 20, 2018 11:00 am
It had taken nearly all of the strength Prissy had inside her to keep herself from henshining up and teleporting home at the news that she would be taking an impromptu trip to one of her favorite places in the world. Her phone's battery was already well on its way to being drained as she'd spent nearly the entire drive home either researching new shops or sights that had sprung up in her absence and hanging off the arm of the wonderful man who was taking her there.
By the time they'd made it home, she'd already come up with several lists of things she would need prior to being able to fly out of the country. One had to dress appropriate for both fashion and weather, not to mention comfort for the long flight overseas. Even in the first class chairs, picking the wrong outfit could mean hours of discomfort and wrinkles.
At the mention of needing new suitcases for herself and Theodore (they absolutely just had to match, Prissy reasoned), Chase had dropped the bomb that her best friend was absolutely not invited to join them on the excursion. Priscilla had tried her best to argue the case of needing her favorite feline (and adorable purse-rider) at her side during their adventure but ultimately agreed that Theodore should stay home if dastardly, horrible little Silk was staying home too.
God only knew what that angry little corndog muncher would do to ruin a vacation for her!
Unfortunately... Prissy had already told her faithful companion about the trip, which meant having to confront him about the fact that he was no longer invited (or technically, she guessed, never was).
Sigh.
Avoiding the conversation had seemed to be the best option for the time being, the pinkette choosing to begin arranging her suitcases instead. After all, she reasoned she'd have to sort each of them a good three or four times before she was finally satisfied with the arrangement.
Talking with Theodore... well, that could just wait.
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Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2018 8:22 am
After getting the news that his mistress was going on a trip, Theodore had been rummaging through his collection of candy themed bowties to pick out the very best ones for Miss Prissy to pack for their trip.
It hadn't even occurred to him that it wasn't very practical for him to travel with the woman and her beau overseas (or that he'd be forced into a carrier under the plane like a commoner) or that he might not be invited.
Simply put, Theodore expected to be allowed to accompany the best person in the whole universe because he was her guardian and it was his right.
When she'd returned and promptly begun packing Theodore had excitedly trotted over, selected bowties in his mouth. Hopping onto her bed without getting caught on the hanging strands was a little difficult and his hat slid down his face but when he looked up at her he was beaming in a way that only cats could.
"I picked out my bowties for the trip Miss Prissy!"
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Posted: Thu Mar 22, 2018 8:10 am
She was tucking away enough hair products to supply a small army when a flash of black and pink caught the corner of her peripheral vision. Sure enough, her ever-loyal, ever-faithful companion had made an appearance, the strings of several small bowties in tow, clasped tightly by his sharp kitty teeth.
Theodore made himself known by depositing the bowties next to her suitcase, his poor little hat lopsided from the effort. Leaning down to gently adjust his accessory between his ears, she offered as cheerful of a smile as she could manage before fingers dipped behind his ears and began to scritch.
"Oh you did, did you?"
Prissy could feel her heart sinking towards her stomach at just how proud and happy her sweet little Teddy was at finding the perfect attire to go along with his mistress's.
This... this was going to be a lot harder than she thought it would be.
Plucking up the Persian, she quickly moved to cradle her handsome boy with one arm while the other pushed aside various articles of clothing that were still undetermined to go in the packed pile or the reject pile. Taking a spot on the bed, her focus was placed purely on the Mauvian as she stroked and praised him, mustering up the courage to begin the conversation.
And then... it hit her.
"You know, Teddy... I've been worried about something." Her bottom lip extended itself slightly into a soft pout. "It didn't hit me until this evening, when I was going through my closet that... well, if both you and I go on this trip with Chase, who's going to stay behind and protect all of our pretty things?"
Casting a glance towards her dresser, then towards the lit-up closet, she let out an extra long sigh. "I just know that without someone here looking out for our things, Silk or one of his little monstrous friends is going to come in here and ruin everything."
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Posted: Mon Mar 26, 2018 8:29 am
If cats could beam up at people, then Theodore was a shining example of it when he looked at his favorite person in the whole universe. "I did Miss Prissy!" He chirped excitedly, pawing his collected ties closer to her and the suitcase.
There was a surprised squeak that escaped him when she suddenly plucked him up, but he was settled against her and he started purring almost instantly, furry face nuzzling against her.
"Huh?" Her words hit him and he pulled back, paws pressed against her so that he could look at the woman properly. Pink brows furrowed and his ears flattened against his head. "Can't...can't we lock the doors? Make Chase put him in a cat daycare?"
Miss Prissy was very good at convincing the stupid man to do things with her feminine willies or whatever it was she did when he wasn't around. "Oh! Make Chase buy you all new stuff if stupid Silk ruins it!"
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Posted: Mon Mar 26, 2018 11:39 am
Oh boy.
This wasn't going to go over nearly as well as she'd hoped. For all the conniving, manipulative tricks she could possibly think of to get her way, trying to pull the wool over the eyes of her most precious little sweetheart seemed close to impossible.
"If I had my way, sweet pea, he'd be put in a pound, not a day care."
Fingers continued their scritching, despite the fact he'd pulled away to give her one of the most pitiful looking faces. His ears were down and his brows were almost touching one another - what a monster of a mistress she must be, to upset someone so adorable!
"There are too many things that I can't replace, Teddy love. If one of those horrible little beasties goes human, it could mean the end for some of my more priceless, sentimental things. Like the presents you give me."
Focusing on the area behind his ear, Prissy sighed as she sucked it up and finally asked, "Wouldn't you like to be my little hero and protect our things, while I'm gone? We can go on our own adventure when I get back, just the two of us. No smelly Silk or judgey Chase."
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Posted: Mon Mar 26, 2018 11:51 am
Miss Prissy didn't want him to go with her, he could tell in the way that she kept providing alternatives and reasonings that he needed to say.
"Oh. Okay." His ears stayed where they were, down against his skull, but his chin dropped and his tail drooped. "If...if you think that's best Miss Prissy." Paws pushed gently against her before he managed to noodle his way out of his arm in the way only floofy cats could.
His bowties were picked up from where he had left them and then he hopped off the bed and slunk under it to return them to their proper place.
He didn't come back out.
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Posted: Mon Mar 26, 2018 12:28 pm
"Teddy?"
He was slipping out of her grip before she knew what was going on and the display before her had to be in the top five most pitiful moments she'd ever borne witness to. The way he shuffled over to collect his bows, the way his tail tucked and his ears flattened. The sad little face of rejection as he dropped to the carpet and wormed his way beneath the bed, no doubt to lick his ego's battered wounds.
"Teddy, come back, please."
Her packing was forgotten, precedence now on the tiny sad little furbaby lurking beneath her bed. Dropping down to her knees, Prissy pushed aside the lacy skirt of her bed and began to wedge herself beneath the furniture in an attempt to get closer to the pitiful little Mau. It was a tight fit, despite her slender form and Prissy was forced to stop when her hips found themselves stuck, slightly too wide for her bottom to push through.
Elbows scuffed against the carpet while pink curls were already in the process of being mussed up. Prissy could count on one hand the number of people she'd be willing to ruin her hair-do for and Theodore was certainly one of them.
"Please don't be mad at me, precious," she cajoled quietly. One hand outstretched itself towards him in offering. "I wouldn't know what I would do with myself if my best friend was upset with me."
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Posted: Mon Mar 26, 2018 1:32 pm
He was deep in the farthest corner, against the wall where he had dragged his bed and tossed his bowties atop of. From there he had curled up in the bed resigning himself to a night of curling up and sleeping the disappointment and sadness away.
But the bed was being jostled and he could see his mistress half beneath the bed trying to reach for him. He stood up then hesitated.
"It's okay Miss Prissy, I understand," he said even though the rejection, the betrayal was evident. He settled back into his bed and turned his back on her as he curled into himself.
"You should pack."
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Posted: Tue Mar 27, 2018 8:45 am
She'd been dismissed.
Priscilla Sophia Constance Stratford had been dismissed by her own cat.
Words escaped her as the small Persian turned his back to her, settling into his bed. Even his little striped hat looked sad, almost wilted as his head lowered itself onto his paws.
It was a rare moment for Prissy to feel like a terrible person but her cat, her sweet Theodore had quickly managed to make her feel as low as the prices she'd gotten her new sandals for.
"I'm sorry," she mumbled, withdrawing her hand. If Silk or Chase or any of the others in the Pack were to walk by her room, Prissy knew they'd be in for an eyeful. Still, she couldn't help but wish she could figure out some way to make it up to her depressed kitten.
It took a significant amount of struggling to de-wedge herself from the bed, butt wiggling in the air as she tugged her way out. Once freed, she took a seat alongside the bed, back pressed against the mattress as she let out a heavy sigh.
The trip was off to a depressing start and she hadn't even finished packing!
Attempting a last-ditch effort to work her way back into her Mauvian's favor, she lifted the bedskirt and gently offered,"The plane doesn't leave for another day...would my handsome little man want to go on a date with his very sorry Miss Prissy tonight?"
No answer.
"We can get you your own cell phone, if you'd like. How else am I going to FaceTime my sweetheart? Maybe stop by the shop for a few sweets, have dinner together - just you and me? What do you say, baby?"
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Posted: Tue Mar 27, 2018 9:05 am
Theodore's tail flicked but otherwise, he didn't move from his curled up position with his nose pointed in the direction of the corner. He could see the bed moving but still he didn't lift his head and he didn't look back at his mistress.
One of his paws stretched out and he kneaded against the plushness of his bed. while he contemplated her offer.
His voice was quiet when he made his decision. "No thank you." He wanted to lay in bed and mope because Miss Prissy was leaving in a day without him for two weeks.
"Human phones don't respond to my paws. You'll have more interesting things to focus on on your trip." He curled more tightly into himself, fluffy tail wrapping around him.
"I am going to bed, have a fun trip Miss Prissy."
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Posted: Tue Mar 27, 2018 9:23 am
Her stomach churned as he once again dismissed her. The twisting sensation in her gut was an unfamiliar one, dragging down both her mood and her elation towards the upcoming adventure.
Priscilla was feeling guilty and she didn't like this feeling one bit.
"You're supposed to be happy for me."
Lifting herself up from the side of the bed, the anger and sadness tinged her tone as she huffed, "Best friends are supposed to be happy for each other."
Hands smoothed out her skirt and blouse first, then rose to tend to her hair. She refused to look at herself in the standing mirror, not when she knew there were tears in the corners of her eyes that were liable to fall if she were to acknowledge their presence.
Her companion had made her feel bad and Prissy had no idea how to handle this, so she did what she did best: she threw a tantrum.
"And all you're doing is making me feel horrible, Theodore." Heels kicked around and she reached for her brush. Hard strokes tore at the natural curl to her hair, a dull ache stemming from the roots as the brush's teeth yanked, returning her hair back to a tolerable state. "You're making me feel bad for even going on this trip in the first place!"
The brush was tossed at the dresser, making a loud clatter as the plastic hit the wood with the force of her throw. But it wasn't enough, no. He was sulking, he was dismissing her and wouldn't even talk to her about it, much less take her up on her generous offer. What else was she supposed to do? Didn't he see that she was trying?
Gritting her teeth, she reached across the bed to grab her purse and made her way to the bedroom door. She contemplated slamming it for dramatic effect but even in her huffy state, she wasn't cruel enough to trap her Teddy in a room. Instead, she turned back towards the bed and the sad little cat who sat beneath it.
"I thought of all people, you would be happy for me. I thought you actually cared about me."
And with that, she stormed down the hallway, slamming the front door as she made her way out of the mansion.
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Posted: Tue Mar 27, 2018 9:26 am
He said nothing, shirking further into his corner as his mistress threw a tantrum when all he wanted to do was wallow in his sorrow alone.
Didn't she understand how hurt he was?
It didn't matter, because Miss Prissy was gone and he was left under the bed trying to decide what to do. His hat was carefully deposited on his bedding and he slunk out from beneath the bed and out of her room.
If or when Prissy returned, she wouldn't find her faithful companion and she wouldn't see him before she left either..
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