A Funky Kind of a Day

Ruru the Cat here.  So today was weird.  First thing in the morning, my person and her brother came down to look at these things on my sofa, taking up my space.  I left a gift for them that was way better than the random stuff on the sofa, but they didn't seem to like my dead vole.  Instead, they said something about Santa Claws, whatever that is, and got all excited about the stuff on the sofa.  It didn't seem to matter much.  The bacon they broke out a short time later, however, was much more interesting, especially when they gave me bits of it.

Then all the people in the house--including some big people I don't know well who showed up late last night with two little ones, including a toddler--gathered around my jungle gym that looks like a tree.  I was happy to see they weren't taking down my beloved shiny green jungle gym, but they did something almost as bad: take our lovely paper-covered play things from under the jungle gym and pass them out.  They've been getting mad at us every time we rip into the paper on those play things.  But now the PEOPLE ripped into the paper.  How's that fair?  We get in trouble for it.

Anyway, we just stayed out of their way and hoped they wouldn't take down our awesome gym.  It all worked out in the end, I guess, except the paper covered stuff is all gone.  It got better when they handed me something, a fur-covered fake mouse.  I can tell it's fake because it smells like rabbit, not mouse.  But then the dumb dog took it and played it to death.  I'm not sure I like this weird day.  The ham bits they gave me from the table later almost made up for it, but overall, I just don't think this holiday business makes any sense.

A THING in my house!

Ruru the Cat here.  I thought things were settling down.  Even Baby has admitted Harmoni the Puppy to the cats' club.  We've all snuggled her multiple times.  Baby pretends not to notice, but I do.  Harmoni's delighted.  She loves to be one of the cats. 

So just as things seemed to get quiet, and peace had settled upon our happy house of fuzzies, a new thing has entered.  I've scarcely gotten a glimpse or two, but it's gotta be bad.  Every chance she gets, Baby tries to kill it.  It smells like a cat but wilder, less like the rest of us.  The people talk about how she looks like me at least in the face, but I don't see it.  Then again, I don't see me ever, so what would I know?  I just know that she smells dangerous and mean and scary.  My person keeps going into the room where she was brought, and I can't help but get jealous.  My person is hobnobbing with a scary outsider.  It's just not right.  I wish I knew what she was doing here and hope she leaves soon.  

Gone!

Ruru the Cat here.  My person was gone this whole weekend.  The whole one!  I didn't have the heart to play with my favorite jungle gym, that fake tree thing with all the sparkly stuff on it.  It's more fun when there are people to react to my killing stuff.  I tried to appreciate that the dogs couldn't pester us because they were locked away for the weekend, but I couldn't.  Because my person was GONE.  She was there, running around, putting stuff in bags and packing up toys and then she was out the door.  I knew she would come back that night.  She had to.  Baby kept teasing me that my person wouldn't come back at all.  When my person didn't come back that night, I was beside myself with fear that she was right.  I waited and waited.  She had to come back.  She just had to.  But she didn't.

The next day, I sat by the door the whole day.  Baby seemed a little down.  I suppose that's because she looks forward to her ten minutes of love every morning and has even gotten a little needy of late.  She sometimes lets people pet her outside of those ten minutes.  Our brother, Scoutie, who has gone home with his people came for a visit.  It's always fun to have him back, but even that didn't cheer me up because he, too, was sitting by the door, waiting for his people.  Toothless was just pitiful, moping around and waiting for his person.  It's a little hard to tell what's going on with Maya because she keeps to herself.  But when my person didn't come back the third day, I knew something was up.  Something had to be.  My person wouldn't abandon me for so long.

I had just given up hope when my person came back!!!  There she was, and she didn't even grab me first thing.  I had to tolerate one of the other people holding me and touching me, but I was happy to do it.  I missed my daily loves.  But then my person did finally grab me and hold me!  I didn't even pretend to try to get away or struggle or anything like I do when she just puts me on her lap and ignores me.  She's back, and I'm in heaven!

Another Weird Thing

Okay, so check it.  My person took out this loud thing that moved and wiggled in funny ways.  It was really cool.  I couldn't take my eyes off this thing.  She would put cloth into it, it would make weird noises, and that cloth would come out the other side.  I really didn't understand it, but it was awesome.  I wanted to pat it and attack it.  It had this little part that went up and down into the cloth.  It also had this spinny thing on the side that I kept trying to kill.  Oh, and best of all, it had this great round thing on top that spun and spun and released string.  Most of all, I wanted that string.

But my person wouldn't let me play with it.  I'd go to attack the string, and she'd stop me.  I'd go to attack the round thing on the side, and she'd stop me.  Then I'd go to attack the pointy silver thing that went into the cloth, and she'd really get upset.  She was playing with it.  Why couldn't I?  She didn't get quite as upset when I attacked the cloth.  I don't get what it is about this time of year, but people seem to be busier and do more things that don't involve me.  I'm not sure what I think of it yet.  I like the fake tree type thing I talked about last week.  I really liked this moving loud thingy.  But I don't want to be ignored.  So is it a good time or a bad time?  I'm not sure yet.