Purebread Cat

(An offering on the altar to me.)

Ruru the Cat here.  My people should leave bread on the table more often.  I like it when they do because I can easily pop that plastic stuff around it and take bites of that lovely, soft stuff.  Strange to say they don't seem very happy when I do this.  And they haven't done it nearly often enough.  You'd think they'd love me enough to leave me entire loaves of bread more often.  

(An even better offering.)

Well, yesterday, my people did one better.  They left a sweet kind of bread on the stove instead.  I think they said it was a cake.  Never have I tried something so sweet and lovely.  I just had to jump onto to stove and pop the thin sheet of plastic covering it, and it was all mine.  I wonder if I can frame one of the other cats or, better yet, the dogs.  

Just like with bread, my tasting it to make sure it was good seemed to upset them. You'd think they'd be grateful. I mean, I made sure it was safe.  Besides, people eat this stuff.  They dress me up like a person.  What's wrong with me trying their food?  I left them some of it.  I'm nice like that.  

  

For all the cats out there, cake is way better than dog food.  You should really try some.  I hope they leave me more soon.  

Ding Dong, the Yeti's Gone

(Beware the big, white, slobbery yeti!)

Ruru the Cat here.  Remember how I've been complaining all about this big, huge, scary dog that looks like a yeti and eats all the dog food in the house and then some? 

The thing was a monster, I tell you, a monster.  It would bounce around to all the people, taking all the love that should go to me.  It would shed all over, leaving its scary scent everywhere.  It would ignore me when I hissed at it to tell it this is MY house, MY space, MY dog food.  It even jumped up to steal food out of someone's hand.  Seriously?  Wait until they put the meat in front of ME.  That's what the meat is for. 

Now, I can wait for food to be dropped in my kitchen without worrying about the monster.  When the yeti was in my house, I couldn't even stick around because it would bound everywhere and sniff anyone's butt it could.  Who wants a dog nose in your butt?  It's bad enough with Twix, and his nose is SMALL.  I mean, there are teeth right there with that nose.  That would put teeth RIGHT BY MY BUTT.  Just no. 

Well, anyway, so the monster disappeared this week.  I think my people (MINE, not HERS) took it back to live with Scoutie and their people this week.  That's what I heard, anyway.  I could have taken her in a fair fight, I swear, except all the other cats in the house seem to LIKE her.  No accounting for taste. 

(Tail end of the yeti.  Get it?)

Anyway, so now, I get the dog food to myself because what passes for dogs around here don't eat much.  There's no Scoutie or yeti to steal it.  I don't have to be chased around by a big, white monster.  My house (and my butt) are my own again.  Whew.  So happy to see the tail end of that nightmare (pun intended).  And don't come back, yeti!

Weird Floor

Ruru the Cat here.  So my house doesn't change all that often.  I get used to stuff, like carpet in our hallway upstairs that smells like a mix between us and the dogs.  We've been competing for turf up there for a while.  Not sure why, but my people decided it had to go.  I rather liked it except for the part that smelled like dogs.  

So yesterday, I went upstairs and that carpet was gone.  Just gone.  In its place, was this weird sleek wood stuff.  At first, I was pretty upset.  I mean, they took my smells, and now it just smells like wood.  Nothing else.  

Then, I discovered something lovely about that floor.  It's slippery.  I can chase my brother and sisters around up there, and we slide all over the place.  It's a blast!  I can't get enough of running from room across that slick floor.  I highly recommend this stuff to any cat who gets tired of dog smells.  It makes the game of tag oh-so-much better.  

I just wish they'd bring my smells back.  I just don't those dogs getting any idea bout whose space this is.  

Goodbye?

[I'm too cute to be stuck into a room all by myself.]

Ruru the Cat here.  I was gonna tell you all about how my person has developed this obnoxious habit of tossing me in rooms and abandoning me, so she could find me later.  Seriously?  There's no food or water in these rooms, no people.  It was gonna be this awesome blog all about my suffering.  

Then Scoutie, my brother, was teasing me about watching TV.  I do NOT watch TV.  That's a person thing, and I am not a person.  I do not watch TV.  So I was thinking about talking about that, how I do not nor ever have watched TV.  

[Scoutie, appearing to do laundry, which is a human thing.  Then he teases me about doing human stuff.  Brothers are a pain.]

But then Scoutie left.  Like, left left.  He sometimes goes outside to hunt mice or something.  But he left to be with his people.  I don't know that I'll ever see him again, and I don't know how I feel about that.  I got used to having him around.  I liked snuggling him.  I didn't like how he ate all the dog food before I could get to it, to the point my people started calling him the funny-looking puppy.  But now, he's gone and can't tease me about watching TV or letting myself get locked in rooms or anything.  Is this a sad thing that he won't be here anymore to snuggle me?  Is it a happy thing that he can't make himself fat off my dog food anymore?  

I don't know.  But if you show me how this remote control works and get out of the way of my TV, I don't have to think about it anymore.