Brothers Suck

Toothless is a dork.  This is Ruru the outrageously amazing kitty again.  I have my keyboard back.  I can't believe he told you all that about me falling in the water.  Hey, I'm so awesome, I got trapped in the bathroom with the dogs and didn't lose my cool.  They love me, anyway.  When I couldn't find a litter box, I used the closest thing I could find to a person potty, and that was the hole in the tub when I needed to go.  I'm that much of a person in fur.

But two can play at this game.  That dorky brother of mine wants to tell embarrassing stories?  Well listen to this.  He thinks he's this big manly Halloween kitty.  He shows off and everything.  But he and my other brother suck.  No, I mean it.  They suck just like kittens.  Scoutie finds a fuzzy blanket, and sucks on it like he would on his mama.  It's 'cuz we lost our mamas too early.  Toothless likes to snuggle our person mommy and suck on her shirt.  See?  I told you brothers suck.  We sisters lost our mamas just like the boys, but do you see us doing that?  Okay, maybe you don't SEE us doing that if we can help it.  Maybe sometimes we do just 'cuz it feels nice but only once in a while.  Our brothers do it ALL THE TIME.  So there.  Show him to steal my keyboard.

Haha!

This is a blog high jack.  Or you could call me a guest blogger, but Ruthie doesn't know I'm doing it. She left her blog up, and I took it over.  I'm her brother, Toothless.  I'm still a cat.  I'm just cooler than she is. She's short and a girl and my little sister.  That has to show you who's the cooler cat.

The funniest thing happened this week.  See, we all have funny quirks with water.  Scoutie and I like to drink right out of the tap.  See, that's normal.  People do it.  We're just little people in fur.  The water is sweeter that way.  It's everyone else you have to wonder about.  Baby likes any water from anywhere.  You have to wonder about a feline who isn't picky about water.  Maia, my fellow Halloween cat who I snuggle and play with like she was my sister even though nobody else seems to like her, will drink from everything but the dish people put out.  She likes water left in puddles after a bath or toilet water especially.  I wonder if she knows that's how dogs are supposed to be, not cats.

But then there's Ruthie.  She can have this big dish of fresh, cold water in front of her.  I mean, if you have to drink water in a dish, that's the way to do it.  But Ruthie sits on the edge of the tub when anyone is bathing and stares at that water as if it were the most awesome thing in the universe, totally ignoring the fresh dish of sweet water.  Then if someone offers her a handful of water or a little dish of bath water, she drinks it down like people do hot chocolate.  I mean, do you know what people PUT in bath water?  She's a weirdo.  Really.

But then the funniest thing happened this week.  She wouldn't tell you about this because she about died of embarrassment, but she was trying to get at the bath water, leaned into some almost empty bottles, and went rear first right into the tub!  Our person mommy didn't get it on film, but Ruthie was soaked!  She climbed out of the water as fast as she could and dashed off to clean herself, but I laughed so hard.  If you can't laugh at a sister, who can you laugh at?  Don't tell her I told you this.  She'd kill me.  But it was AWESOME!!!

Goodbye, Snickers

I'm a cat, but that doesn't mean I like all cats.  I was never close to that cat who lost the kittens, the one that was only here for a month and looked like my cat-mommy.  My person-mommy kept her in a separate room, so she didn't learn to fear other animals for when she moved into a new place.  Well, this week, Snickers moved out.  And I'm good with that.  She no longer howls for loneliness in the middle of the night or when too long has passed since someone has gone in there to give her hours of adoration that should have been mine.

Two people called and someone texted, but nothing worked out until a local woman texted, begging for a cat to replace one that had recently died.  This woman who got Snickers is just the kind of woman my person-mommy was looking for, someone who will give Snickers hours and hours and hours of love.  Sounds kind of boring to me because it doesn't involve cheese or chasing other crazy cats.  But I'm happy she's no longer here.  Now, the lovings and the cheese are all mine.

Nut House

I'm a cat.  I'm no longer a kitten, but I still look like one.  I'm surrounded by crazy fur beasties, some of them related and some who think they're related.

 Let's start with the animals that think they're my mommy.  Here is Daisy, a chihueenie.  She thinks every kitten that comes in the house is her funny looking puppy.  She loved me from the start and got ready to nurse my brothers, sister, and me as soon as we showed up.  Then she remembered she was fixed and couldn't.  She will defend me to the death from anyone, even other "funny looking puppies" who try to mess with me.

So just to be clear, according to Daisy, this is Maia, a cat, an evil creature to be chased around:

And this is Toothless, one of Daisy's funny looking puppies, a creature to be nurtured and protected:



I'm sure you can clearly see the difference.  Okay, maybe not since you're just a human.  My people get them confused all the time.  One jumps on our person mommy from the left, and one from the right, and the older, much more mature girl is an inch taller and broader than the boy.  But if you were a dog, you could SMELL the difference.

Here's four legged mommy number two.  As a person, you probably think we trotted out the cloning machine.  But Daisy knows the difference.  One is Baby, an older funny looking puppy who can sometimes be chased around if she acts like a cat and runs.  The other is me, Ruthie.  I cannot be chased because I will not run.  Daisy is my mommy.  But Baby loves me, cleans me, and snuggles me like my mommy would do if she were here and attacks me and chases me like an older sister should do.  I'm much bigger than this now, but not as big as Baby.

 Everyone but Maia and the new cat in the house, Snickers, who is right now looking for a new home, has been embraced as one of our pack, us siblings.  We snuggle.  We clean each other.  We play all night long.  We are one.

Maia's picture is above.  She keeps herself separate, but she sometimes licks Toothless or lets him nuzzle her now that she's gotten over hissing and trying to kill him.  Maia's a cat, not a funny looking puppy.  She may look like one of us, but she isn't.  Snickers is kept in a separate room, so she won't be scared of being chased around by other animals when she finds her new home.  That's how Cleo behaved when she went to her new home, scared of everything.  Snickers, too, is a real cat.

Here's the other friend who isn't one of us, Pomeranian Dodger.  He lets me snuggle him sometimes, but he doesn't like other cats.  I'm special that way.  He even sometimes sniffs or licks me.

And here's our last brother, Scoutie.  He's my person aunt's cat.  He's only visiting for a few months.  But he has been embraced like one of the family.

There is our crazy four-legged family.  They're all completely nuts, especially in the middle of the night, but they're my kind of nuts, and I love them.

Kittens?

                                                  Memories of Kitten Past


Kind of a weird thing happened.  My person mommy took in another cat, a pregnant cat, so she wouldn't have babies in the snow.  Even though they've been overdosed on kittens, the whole family was looking forward to raising another batch to six weeks and giving them away.  I was looking forward to having fun chew toys to play with, smaller kittens than me.

And then they were gone.  Mama cat went from having a large belly full of squirming lumps that were clearly growing kittens to a full, well-fed belly that feels like any other cat's belly.  With no kittens or sucked-on nipples that show hidden kittens to show for it.  There were kittens in that belly one day and the next, they were gone, like they just ceased to be.  Nobody's sure how.  Did they get miscarried and eaten?  Reabsorbed?  It reminds my person mommy way too much of her lost babies.  Sad day.