Guest Blogger: Toothless's Trauma

Ruru the Cat here.  I could fill your ear with the stuff I've been through this week.  But Toothless, my brother, insists he needs to take the blog this week.  Really?  What, so your little trauma of getting locked out and treated like a stranger is worse than what I've been through?  Fine.  Go ahead, Toothless.  Impress us.

Oh, come on, sister mine.  You've already whined about being left home while your person goes to school.  We've heard all about it.  It's my turn. And you promised.  

So check it.  I guess I'm pretty spoiled.  First thing in the morning, I charge into my person's arms and get snuggled.  All day, every day, as often as possible, I get snuggled.  I get food when I want [like everybody else, I steal it from the doggie dishes] and can beg for water whenever someone's near the sink and can start a drip for me to drink from.  I'm so well loved around here.  

Well, one day this week, I slipped out.  I was kind of confused, thinking I was just going into another room.  It smelled interesting, okay?  But then I figured out I was OUTSIDE the house.  I don't remember EVER going outside.  And it was SCARY.  There's this big, loud, black path out there with lots of big, mean monsters zooming by.  They looked ready to destroy me, leaving my little fuzzy, black body broken on the side of the road.  It was TERRIFYING.  So I started crying and crying to be let in.  But people would come out of the house, look around, and not find me.  Maybe because I was hiding, it was so scary.  I spent most of a day out there.  

Finally, my person came to rescue me.  And she thought I was a STRANGER.  Really?  You don't even know your own cat?  Okay, so I look like every other black cat out there, but we don't all SMELL the same.  What is wrong with people?  They locked me in a cage because they thought I was someone else.  Okay, so I wasn't acting like myself because I was still FREAKED OUT.  I was stuck in that cage for a whole NIGHT.  Then they stuck me in the bathroom for a few hours.  I guess they must have searched the house to make sure I was really me because they finally let me out that night, so I could dash right to where the food was and PROVE I was no stranger.  Man, what is wrong with humanity that they couldn't tell me, their beloved friend, from some other black cat?  Okay, here's Ruru back.  

Man, Toothless, you're such a whiner.  

Hey! Drama queen.   

Too late.  I got my blog back.  You see what I put up with around here?  My suffering is way worse than his.  Seriously.