Butters is having a day. He can’t believe Theodore forgot to pull the drawstring to the blinds this morning, making his favorite sunbathing spot inaccessible. He even sat next to the window and meowed deep and low, little nub of a tail twitching expectantly while his eyes followed the small frame of his human. What’s the rush? Theo is grabbing papers and stuffing them in folders. It’s uninteresting. His socks don’t match, either, the feline notes. The fur on top of his head is messier than normal too. He tries meowing again, turning to rear up onto his hind legs and pat at the cheap material the blinds are made of, but suddenly Theodore is out the door and it’s clicking shut.
How. Dare.Â
So now Butters is sulking. He walks into the kitchen, stretching out on the linoleum before coming to the porcelain dish painted with little fish. Can you believe that he can actually see the bottom of the bowl? I mean-- sure, there’s food in there. But Butters can see the bottom! This is a travesty!
His rump hits the floor and he sits, squinting at the dish for a long while. Like we mentioned earlier..
Butters is having a day.
What could fix this? The big grey cat’s mood is abhorrent now. He wants to destroy! He needs to show his humans who’s boss, naturally. So the first thing to go is the trash can. Oh, yes-- he knocks it over, sending scraps everywhere, leftover rice, and coffee grounds that he inevitably leaves little paw prints in as he saunters across the kitchen. You know what’s next? Potted plant. Yep-- knocked clear off the counter. Terracotta and soil smashed all over. Deal with it!
And finally.. Those cheap blinds blocking his favorite sun bathing spot.. Yep, those get destroyed, too. They crinkle and pop as he uses his paws and claws to scratch them into submission! Making them dent and bend into a big enough hole for him to get a good view of the street down below outside. And voila. Sun.
It’s now that he hears footsteps shuffling in the hallway, which probably means his other boy is awake now. But it’s too late. Butters has already punished. He stays curled up like a loaf on the windowsill, sunbathing while the havoc he’s bestowed upon the little apartment is discovered.
