Tug-of-Mouse

Ruru the Cat here.  So, a few days ago, I caught me a mouse.  It was plump and perfect.  It was so much fun to chase it around.  But then, Maya, one of the Halloween-type cats here, decided she wanted it.  We spent an hour stealing it from each other.  She'd settle in to play with it, let it go, and then I'd steal it back.  I was really frustrated for a while then decided it was actually kind of fun.  I'm not sure who got it in the end; I just know it wasn't me.  I think one of the other cats stole it from her.  

Then, fast forward a few days, and she caught another chunky little mouse.  I figured if she could steal mine, I could steal hers.  So we spent another hour or so switching back and forth.  She didn't seem to like the game very much and was most insistent it was hers, not mine.  Once again, I can't be sure who got it in the end.  But, seriously, if you don't like me stealing your mouse, leave mine alone.  'Cuz all's fair in love and mouse wars.  

Toddlerpocalypse: The Toddlers Strike Again

Ruru the Cat here.  So, remember how these people and their baby and toddler and big, huge mountain with fur and teeth used to come here all the time?  THEY'RE BACK.  Not kidding.  I hate to scare you, but if it happens to me, it could happen to you. 

And here's what's worse than the one toddler and their monster dog: the baby who used to sit still and behave has morphed into another toddler!  Two toddlers have taken over my house!  With two of these monsters and their monster dog, all six of us cats have laid low all weekend.  I mean, the dog mostly lays around, though he sometimes rumbles through the house.  The really truly scary thing is the double toddler trouble because they're just the right size to chase us around everywhere. 

And they don't hold STILL.  At all.  Ever.  They're constantly pounding around, making noise, spilling stuff (not such a bad thing if they spill the RIGHT stuff), hauling everything around... Whose bright idea was it to bring such odd pets into our house?  I want them to go AWAY.  Like FAR away.  'cuz there's nothing in this whole world scarier than a toddler except TWO toddlers. 

I Wanna Be Naked

                                                 

                                                      [Humans and their nutty costumes]

This is Ruru the Cat.  My person did it again.  And her mom, who usually rescues me, didn't do anything to help.  They got it in their head that I wanted to dress up just because that craziness called Halloween is coming up.  I DON'T want to dress up.  EVER.  Humans seem all excited about putting clothes on their body, especially weird ones this time of year.  My person is excited about dressing like me.  News flash: I'm a cat.  Cats like to be naked.  We already have fur coats.  We don't need an extra one. 

                                                         [Puppies make good furniture.]

My person has done this to me before.  But this time, I had a fellow victim.  While my person was giggling and putting that nastiness called clothing on me, her mom was putting clothing on my new shadow, that annoying puppy.  I don't mind that puppy so much anymore.  He makes a nice butt warmer when I want to sit on him.  And he doesn't seem to mind that much when I do.  If he growls, I don't have to take him seriously.  We more or less get along. 

But that day, we were fellow victims of human monstrosity together.  They thought it was hilarious to put us in this:

And this dreadful thing again.  Gag:

And what's this thing supposed to be? 

Really? 

People are twisted.  That's all I can say.  See, this is proof positive people just don't understand animals at all.  We like to run around without human stuff on us.  For the sake of animals everywhere, just stop.  Naked is good. 

Stranger in a Strange Room

 [This pink, weird room may as well belong to someone else, like this strange cat here, who doesn't seem to mind pink.]  

Ruru the Cat here.  So I liked my person's room just fine the way it was.  I was used to all the smells and the walls and the furniture and the floor just the way they were.  I'd shredded them all with my claws.  I had a place to hide under the bed.  The walls had dangly bits of wallpaper I could swat at.  It all smelled like me.  Everything was perfect. 

Then, my people started doing those weird things I talked about, where they rearranged everything then cleared out the entire room.  I mean, there was NOTHING left to smell like me.  It all smelled empty and cold.  Oh, and of old mice long dead and not fun anymore.  It was very boring. 

Then, they started covering the walls with wood that did not smell of me and then slapping on paint that smelled strong and funny.  And was PINK of all things.  Not that cats care much about color, but say what?  How can I take my person's room when it's not some predatory red or awesome black.  The mice won't take me seriously when I live in a pink room.  I couldn't even smell that echo of old mice anymore.  It was all suddenly painty and yucky. 

So then they started doing this outrageous thing by putting new carpet in.  That even more blocked out the pleasant mousy smells and, even worse, the me smells that were here before.  It all smelled like Something Else.  I mean, just anybody could come along and mark it, then it would smell like them, not me.  Oh, and it's so hard to jump all the way onto the higher, bigger bed to reach my person.  It's all very inconvenient. 

It will take so much work to turn this room into mine again.   Why do people have to come along and mess up such a good thing we had going here?  It's just not fair. 

Scoutie's a Whiner

Ruru the Cat here.  I know I'm always talking about Scoutie as a whiner, but this time, I'm not kidding.  I know he's my brother.  I couldn't love him any more if he were a succulent mouse giving chase (speaking of which, I got one this week, and it was delicious.)  But seriously?  He's spent ALL WEEK LONG inside, outside, inside, outside, whining as if he were a lost soul, absolutely not sure what to do with himself.  Come on, bro, act like a cat.  Just 'cuz your people left you doesn't mean it's the end of the world.  Okay, fine.  Here's the keyboard.  People out there, prepare for serious whining.  

Fine, tease me, Ru.  You just don't get it.  Even when your people are gone, you know they're coming back any time.  And they will.  Well, about two weeks ago, my people just up and left me here with Ruru's people.  They LEFT ME.  They were here almost all the time then they weren't.  They even cleared out their house.  I found it comforting that my people's dog was here for a while, but then, they took her, too.  Yes, they come back on occasion, but I just don't know what to think.  This is not supposed to happen to me.  

When I sit outside, all I can think of is how my people aren't here to appreciate my efforts to teach them how to be mousers.  I leave my dead mice around, but they aren't around to ooh and aahh at my mousing prowess.  And it's cold and wet.  My people always let me in when it was cold and wet.  

But then I go inside Ruru's people's house, and there are all these crazy animals with all their weird smells.  My people just aren't anywhere to be found.  I just feel so lost, so alone.  I howl when I'm inside because I want out to find my people.  I get out, and I'm so lonely without my people.  You just don't get it, Ru.  I suffer.  

See?  What did I tell you?  Scoutie's such a drama queen.  Such a baby kitten.