No one sulks better than Balboa
The Nighttime Opera & Ribcage Choreography
Some days, I swear Banner and Balboa hold secret meetings to plan my downfall. Today was one of those days.
After a night of absolutely no sleep — Banner performing his midnight opera and Balboa practicing his interpretive dance across my ribcage — I thought I’d grab a nap. A simple nap. A human right.
But no.
The Recliner Betrayal
The power went out for TMLP’s pole work, which meant my recliner was frozen in the upright position like a stubborn monument. So I crawled back into bed, hoping for ten minutes of peace.
That’s when the chaos began.
Chaos Begins: The Water Fountain Crisis
Banner immediately launched into a full‑volume monologue louder than anything he does at night.
He was deeply offended that his royal water fountain had gone silent.
Back and forth he went, inspecting the spout like a tiny plumber.
A single tap on the bowl confirmed his suspicions — and he still wouldn’t take a sip.
The Feline Olympics (Bed Edition)
Balboa turned the bed into a racetrack, sprinting back and forth like he was training for the Feline Olympics. Nothing I did calmed them. Not petting, not bribery, not pleading with the universe.
1st Nap attempt: Denied.
Bathroom Acoustics: Banner Discovers the Tub Echo
I left the bathroom door open. After all, it wasn’t night time and it’s usually open during the day. Big mistake. Banner redirected his efforts from the water fountain to the medicine cabinet. Then he resumed his serenade in the tub. Cries echoing throughout the apartment.
Balboa Adds Counterpoint
Balboa moved to the headboard, racing back and forth and joined in with counterpoint meows.
2nd Nap attempt: Denied.
The Printer Incident: Balboa’s Sneak Attack
Later, once the lights came back and I was trying to work on the printer, Balboa pulled his final stunt of the day: he snuck onto my chair just as I was sitting down.
Squash.
One startled human.
One flattened panther‑cat.
Zero apologies from the guilty party.
Ultimate Sulk Fest: Balboa, Wronged Panther‑Cat.
No one sulks better than Balboa
Life With Cats: Zero Peace, Maximum Love
And so it goes.
Life with cats: no sleep, no naps, no personal space… but somehow, still worth every chaotic minute.
LOL . Oh am I glad I had children. LOL they sure are entertaining.
The only thing I can figure out is that if I take a nap during the day it’s falling asleep in my recliner. Since I went to bed and it was daytime it confused them and they let me know they didn’t like the chnage in the routine. But I was so tired. They are 5 years old, almost 6 so they aren’t kittens anymore. They should be mellowing out. I adopted 2 so they could be buddies and play together but they think I’m thier toy. They’re funny but yes, they are like little kids.