“Pussy Pants”

Monday Night Zumba

Just before the COVID-19 Pandemic hit, I had gotten Jeff to start going to Monday night Zumba with me at the YMCA.

I had been going to this class for 4 years, I think. I had followed the instructor, S, after she closed down the fitness studio she owned (that is a whole other story). 

Cancun

In February, we had taken a vacation to Cancun with a big group of some friends from Zumba. This gave Jeff a chance to get to know everyone. And, for everyone else to get to know him, since he hadn’t gone to many gatherings with me before this. He’s also a little shy when he first meets people. He gets over it quick, though!

“Pussy Pants”

During the trip, he had worn swim trunks with cat faces on them. I told everyone to just call him “Pussy Pants”. And they did. They found it hilarious. Jeff loved the attention.

One day, he tried to wear a different pair of trunks and they yelled at him! He went back to our room and changed. He said he had to “give the people want they want”. That’s my Jeff.

I don’t have a good photo of Jeff in the “pussy” pants

When we returned home, I asked him if he would want to go to some Monday night Zumba classes with me. He said (I think jokingly), “I’d need some pussy pants I can dance in”.

No problem. 

I ordered some cat pants on Amazon.

Jeff Joins Zumba!

He missed the first Monday Zumba after we returned. But, the following Monday, he joined me!

He entered the aerobics studio where Zumba happens with jeans on over his pussy pants. People were excited to see him, but bummed he wasn’t wearing pussy pants.

Then he took off his jeans to reveal his brand new pussy pants!

People found it hilarious. They loved it! And he loved the attention.

Tom, the husband of another one of our Zumba ladies, happened to be at the Y that evening and saw Jeff at Zumba in his pussy pants. He came in and shook Jeff’s hand because he found it so funny. 

Unfortunately, I didn’t realize that the pussy pants were not very breathable. Jeff was dying by the end of class. He was a trooper for sticking with it for the whole hour. Granted, I was his ride home, so he didn’t have a lot of choice!