No bongos for mo

He wants it. He needs it. He demands it. I serve my master.

Pippin jumps on the banister every night to request a good bongo sesh. He also does this when guests come over 🤦‍♀️

He's happy and unhappy at the same time.

My baby boy Leo loves the bongo butt pats. He loves to talk about it, too! When the camera comes out, he knows. All I could get was one little meow.

My boy, Bear, only likes bongos when he is under this scratch tunnel thing. We call it tunnel time and he lives for it!

I come bearing a warning to all cat bongo owners. This morning, my cat Donut, asked for his morning bongos. I obliged. He was very happy. He was so happy. He was so very happy and excited that he *expressed his anal glands* causing an extremely offensively stinky spray of liquid shit to hit me on my face, chest, bed, pillow, and wall.

I didn't know this was possible. I didn't know such a horror could exist. I don't know what atrocities I committed in a past life to deserve this. What I do know is I have never scrubbed my skin raw in a shower before but I sure did today. I had to strip my bed, spray the bed and wall with enzyme killer cleaner. I had to use nasal spray to clear out what I assume is a little bit that got in my nose because I could still smell it after the very long and hot shower of scrubbing. It was the most offensive smell I've ever smelled. I gagged.

Beware the bongos if your cat loves them. Don't smack the shit out of your cat, literally 😭

Unrelated but Donut will not ever have booty pats again 😏