Gone!

Hi.  Ruru the Cat here.  I had this lovely show I liked to watch whenever I got the chance.  It was called "The Chick Channel."  My people brought in these feathered wonders that looked like the definition of yumminess.  I could stare at that glass box and fantasize about making those little peepers into prey.  When I wasn't playing with a mouse or eating cheese, I would dream lovely dreams of fresh chicken meat.

This week, they disappeared.  The box is still there, but the little peepers are gone.  I think I saw my people haul them out somewhere, but I fully expected them to be brought back.  But they haven't been!  I heard my people say something about the chicks being too big for that little cage, so they'd have to be taken outside.  But I thought they were kidding.  One day, they'll come back.  I know they will.  And when they are, they will be mine.

Guest blog: Farewell, Dog Mama

So this is Ruru the Cat again.  I talked about my cat mama.  I talk a lot about my person mama.  I don't talk much about my dog mama.  When I came here at the ripe old age of 3 weeks, this weeniehuahua adopted me as her funny looking puppy.  In fact, she got all ready to nurse my sister and my brothers and I then remembered she was fixed and couldn't.  Whenever another animal in the house gets snippy with me or tries to fight me, my dog mama, Daisy, runs in to protect me.  I love her.  But at the same time, she drives me nuts. She's almost as big an eater as I am.  Anytime someone is in the kitchen, there I sit, waiting to be given snacks that hit the floor or are handed to me.  Well, when someone actually calls my name to give me treats, there's the Daisy, trying to steal food out of that person's hand if not out of my very mouth.  So I love her, but she drives me nuts.

Well, today, my people drove away to find her a new home.  I guess it's that dang puppy again.  My people don't seem to like to have extra animals.  But once they got that puppy, I got a little crowded out, but my dog mama, Daisy, got a lot crowded out.  In fact, she and the puppy can't stand each other.  Daisy is always nipping at and growling at Harmony, and my people don't like it at all.  Daisy already has her buddy, Dodger.  She only needs one buddy at a time, so Harmony is right out.  Well, before Daisy left, she wrote me a note about what she wanted in her blog, and here it is:

"I've heard them talking about me.  I know something's up.  They're trying to get rid of me, and all because of that dang puppy.  I came here over two years ago.  I was happy where I was before, but I didn't like to stay in the yard.  I loved to run around and try to make babies.  Sometimes, I succeeded.  And I know the boy here loved me, wanted me more than any of the dogs in the world.  So when my old family needed to get rid of me, it made sense for me to come and stay in this home.  It didn't take long for that boy to get bored of me.  And nobody seems to like me very much anymore.

"Maybe it's because I don't listen when I'm called or I steal food or beg for what I can't steal, sometimes taking food right off people's plates.  Maybe it's because I bark at everyone who comes through the door and nips at the new puppy.  Maybe it's because I can always find a way to escape the backyard fence and teach other dogs to follow me into the highway.  But seriously, that's their problem.  I'm cute.  I'm wonderful.  Everyone should love me.  They like cats, right?  I'm just a cat in dog's clothing.

"Well, here's hoping my new house is full of people who love and adore me.  I hear there are five older kids there and another dog that looks just like me.  There's a cat and no puppy.  That sounds promising.  I can't promise I'll be able to blog from there.  So here's me.  My name is Daisy, and I'm awesome."

Here's Ruru again.  Man, my dog mama has an ego.  Ah, well.  Here's hoping she's happy where she's headed.

Red Dot

This is Ruru the cat again.  Where have you been all my life, little red dot?  My person daddy shows up, and suddenly, there's a little red polka dot that flies all over the place.  And I can chase it!  Except everyone else, all the fuzzies in the house, want to chase it, too.  I will almost get that little red dog, and someone else will get it instead.  The weird thing is when they catch it, they aren't able to pick it up.  I don't get it.

But it's really great.  I can chase that little red dot all day.  I wish it were yummy.  My favorite things like mice and cheese and lettuce and meat are yummy.  Sadly, the red dot, from what it seems from when others catch it, is not yummy.  I don't get it.  Something that fast and fun ought to be yummy.

Summer Break!

It's hot.  Really hot.  I mean, I'm a walking fur ball, a cat shedding like mad.  So that's the problem.  But the good stuff way makes up for it.  What's the good stuff, you ask?  My person is home ALL THE TIME!!!!  It's a beautiful thing.  She wants to just hold me and hold me and hold me.  It's beautiful.  I'm perfectly content to let her.  I'm the happiest plush animal you ever saw.  She hauls me around.  She snuggles me to sleep.  She feeds me her food.  Summer vacation, where have you been all my life?  Okay, so I have to put up with that dang puppy she got who wants to play with me and snuggle me and get in my face and sometimes put cats' heads in her mouth for some weird puppyish reason.  It's all good because I have my person home!  This is the life!