Turf Wars!

[Our basement.  Ours.  Not yours.]

Ruru the Cat here.  One thing, above all, has been rule number one to the cats of this house: the basement is ours.  Our people would come down and do laundry sometimes, confusing us and making us think they were coming down to feed us.   That much could be forgiven.  But the dogs could only sneak down and steal from our litter boxes when humans weren't watching.  I mean, if a dog wants to worship us by using what we no longer need, who are we to say them nay?

But the dogs were NOT allowed down there.  Ever.   I mean, seriously, NO DOGS ALLOWED!!!  Humans would chase them out and chastise them if they were caught down there.  It was OUR turf, the one place we felt safe.

[It's bad enough this thing is in my house at all, chewing and snorting and snurfling dog food.  Now, it's invading my basement.  NOOO!]

Now, that person who lives here with the dog has moved into the basement.  WITH THE DOG.  I mean, they have a special room that's all theirs, which is whatever, except that the dog is now coming in and out, offering to eat the food we haven't finished, spreading her smells....  It's treachery of the basest kind that these things are happening.  Our sacred, safe, no-dog-land has been violated.  This cannot be forgiven.  Ever.

[We sit where we want, when we want.  So there.]

It's one thing if we're eating their food and stealing their turf.  It's a cat's right to be wherever she wants, whenever she wants.  But for a dog to do the same to a cat?  Sacrilege!  I would seriously write protest signs if I had any.  I would stage a sit in, but we're always sitting in something.  We'd all walk off the job except we have no job, and we're not gonna stop killing mice just to spite humans.  That wouldn't be very fun.  So here I am, blogging to show that humans just can't do this to us cats.  It's not the behavior of a properly worshipful acolyte.  Clearly, humans just don't understand that we rule the world.