Mojo Comes Back
After being in the doghouse for a number of days, I totally lost my mojo. The smooth which normally flows so easily was lost. The stylish quips were nowhere to be found. It became a struggle to tweet. How was I to continue to woo the ever-lovely Cleo, if I could not ferret out the words to impress her?
Then, once, again SassyCassyCat broke the block. Her sweetness inspires me to great heights. ‘Sweetness, not only do I wish you the best, my hope is for your light to shine on the whole wide world. Mr. Tibbs, *feeling the love again*
This led to a campaign that was infused with illumination. I sent a lovely photo, of myself with my big belly, front and centre, to my Queen and wrote, ‘Here’s another one for you, my temptress. Mr. Tibbs, *giving away wishes with a rub of the belly. What do you wish for, my Love?*
Her answer thrilled me. ‘To be in Canada with you’
‘Oh my Queen, I’m going to rub my own belly for that wish to come true. Mr. Tibbs, *rolls around giggling. It tickles*’. This is the sort of twaddle that I have built my reputation on. It works and came gushing out of me like I was a love-starved Catanova.
Returning to my normal, suave and sophisticated, self, I offered to take my Lady love dancing. As most know, exercise is not my thing but the ladies enjoy tripping the light fantastic and I was more than willing to commence salsa lessons for my Queen. The offer was on the table now. Once again, I lucked out.
Cleo claimed to have ‘two left paws’ and was not the best dancer. I answered with, ‘That’s okay, all four of my paws are ‘left’ when it comes to dancing. We shall not be competing on ‘Dancing With The Paws’ any time soon.’ Too much physical activity is for the birds, anyway.
Then an unfortunate incident occurred. A nameless Twitterite had the ill grace to disparage my behemothness. I was not offended by the remarks but all the lovelies, I flirt with, leapt to my defence.
The result; this poor person got blocked. It brought an emotional tear to my eye. I was truly forgiven for my wayward behaviour.
To show my appreciation, I offered all of my feline friends (and some humans) a membership into #TibbsysAngels. If they were going to come to my rescue, I wanted them to understand just how special they are to me.
Not that I play favourites, you understand, but all of them do recognize that Cleopatra has to be my #1 Angel.
With my mojo, well and truly ensconced, the subject of marriage kept coming to the forefront of many tweets. While this topic both thrilled and frightened me, I hoped to sidestep the matter completely.
Next Chapter: Avoiding The Issue