Another Break Up
All this talk of weddings and such took its toll on me. Try as I might, to avoid the subject, it continued to be a major source of tweets. My pal, Spooky wrote, ‘You really must get on with your proposal to Cleo. I won’t give up on that one.’
To which my Queen responded with a couple of photos of cats in wedding clobber. She persevered and answered, ‘Found some lovely outfits online that would be lovely for a special occasion Mr. Tibbs. *innocent ears*’. Innocent ears, I ask you?
Spooky returned with, ‘Unless he sorts his brain out, I think he may end up as a lost cause and you may have to find a REAL Tom! See what he thinks of that!’ Did I claim that Spooky is a pal of mine? Hmmph, some friend!
Cleo, ever the beautiful soul, came back with, ‘Mr. Tibbs is the only Tom for me.’ Is she not the greatest?
Another of my Angels, Toni the Tigress, commented, ‘You love him so much Cleo!!! ❤️
To which, the love of my life, replied, ‘I do Toni, he has my ❤️.’
Toni added, ‘He is so lucky to have found a kitty who is so lovely, sweet and caring. I hope he realizes how lucky he is,’
My Amigas put in their two cents worth, ‘Cleo is a lovely lady. #TibbsysAngels are glad he has somekitty like her. *Hoping for a wedding invitation*.
Toni remarked, ‘Me too!!! ❤️’.
That was when I had to jump into the conversation. ‘Me too. Who’s getting married? Mr. Tibbs, *likes a swanky celebration*’ I was up for a wedding, so long as it was not mine.
Well, didn’t this set off a firestorm? Spooky, my so-called friend, put things into perspective by observing, ‘Mr. Tibbs you’re dodging the issue again. It is YOU and Cleo who are supposed to be getting married! I can see you shaking with fear again.’
To say I was confused, would be an understatement. I could have sworn we were talking about some other cats. I thought it best to point out the obvious, ‘Cleopatra hasn’t asked me to marry her! 🙀’
Another of my Angels, Cleo, my love, scolded, ‘OMC, Mr. T. Get with the program and ask Cleo to be your bride. You will make the most wonderpurr couple.’
All our Twitter friends wanted ME to propose to Cleo?!
Toni spoke for many when she said, ‘What is he waiting for? We want a wedding!!!’
You can see the pressure I was under. Things took a turn, when I found myself online searching for the perfect engagement ring. It frightened me. This Tomcat felt the need to rebel. Unfortunately, it led to some serious flirting with Kiki and Fiona, two of my newer admirers. Some times, I can get myself into such trouble.
‘Mr. Tibbs, I would share my fancy feast with you anytime’, the lovely Kiki offered. She is a kindhearted kitty who enjoys her meals.
How could I resist? I’m not made of stone, after all. ‘I’m yours Kiki! *my Cleo, is going to be so jealous*’. I knew as soon as I sent that tweet, there was going to be a hullabaloo.
Of course, Spooky jumped on it right away. ‘I, just, can’t believe what I’ve read, Mr. Tibbs! How can you give yourself to Kiki when you’re supposed to be proposing to Cleo? Nervous?’
Well, of course, I was anxious about all the tweets expecting a marriage proposal. What Tom wouldn’t be?
Then a tweet came in that broke my heart. Cleo send, ‘*Dabs tear with paw* 😿’
This sent my Angel, Cleo, Love, on a rampage, at my expense, ‘*paw hugs for Cleo*. Mr. Tibbs! Mew a bad kitty! *stomps paw*’
My thoughtless behaviour was, once again, losing me valued friendships. ‘Et tu Cleo, my love? *hangs head in shame*. Mr. Tibbs, *all my Angels are deserting me*’
‘Mew let food turn mew’s head! Poor Cleo will never have a moment’s peace! Mew must trust Cleo to give mew all mew need (although it’s a lot!)’. Cleo, my love, was pulling no punches. She tried to steer me in the right direction by adding, ‘Mew is a handsome kitty cat. Cleo is very lucky to have mew’s heart!’
Then it happened! Much to my consternation I became aware of some photos that Cleopatra had been sending to another British Short Hair, called Binky. Very alluring photos, I might add. Fear of losing her, bubbled to the surface. I can get a bit jealous, at times
‘She has had my heart in the past, Cleo, my love. The future is . . . uncertain, at best. For all of us. Mr. Tibbs, *being deliberately vague*. I answered.
‘Mr. Tibbs, can you at least pawwise not to go running off to some vixen bunny rabbit who is trying to trick mew? I still worry about that.’ Cleo, Love warned.
‘It won’t be me running off with another. I wish I could say the same for my Queen. Any thoughts of brides, weddings or diamond rings are off the table! Mr. Dumped.’ I was sure she had forsaken me for another. With a broken heart, I offered, ‘I may have to . . . sob 😿 . . . set her free, I don’t deserve such an Angel. Mr. Tibbs, *weeps uncontrollably*’. I was angry and hurt! But what could I do? I was unprepared to share her with another.
My Queen sent back, ‘Mr. Tibbs I ❤️ mew!’
‘Do you, indeed? Mayhap, you’re too young to know what ❤️ means? Mr. Tibbs, *trying not to let the green-eyed monster prevail. 😿’. I was not happy about her sending those beautiful pictures to some other cat. The next tweet was the hardest I ever had to write, ‘It may be for the best that we part. As everyone says, ‘you derserve better’ 😿 I’ll remain your friend forever. (If you still want). Mr. T.’
‘Mew are my purrfect kitty Mr. Tibbs but alas if mew only want to be furriends sweetie, furriends it is. *sad sigh*’. Cleo was resigned to the inevitable.
‘I promise to be a much better friend, than I have been as your Tom-friend. *off to join the monks of St Jude’s, patron saint of lost causes*. I foresaw a bleak future.
This break-up had friends wondering what had happened. Cleo, Love tweeted, ‘*scratches head with paw*
Then Spooky wrote, ‘You sound as confused as me!!! What’s Mr. Tibbs up to??’
I clarified the situation, ‘The fact that Cleopatra persists in sending lovely photos of herself to every Tom, Tom and Binky confuses me. You’d think she doesn’t care?’ I admit it. I was jealous despite our amicable parting.
‘But . . . but . . . but . . . *wails uncontrollably* 😿’. Cleo was, clearly, more upset about this split than I suspected. Setting her adrift was the only thing I could think of to do. If she wanted to pursue this Binky, I would not stand in her way.
Next Chapter: Will this be the end or the beginning?