Ruru the Cat here. A couple of weeks ago, I told you how I like to play. I chase my tail all over the top of the cat tree. Okay, so you may think it sounds like a dog thing. Dogs do NOT have my crazy awesome flexibility and ability to defy gravity. I do it better. And best of all, there's nothing with claws up there to fight back.
Dude doesn't get it. He keeps trying to pick fights. Worse yet, he sometimes gets dog smells on him by playing with the dog. Which means that he gets dog smells on MY cat tree.
Toothless doesn't get it. He will sometimes let me snuggle him and will sometimes steal my spot at the top of the cat tree. Neither gets how to play right, and they also don't understand the cat tree is mine. I claimed it, so it's mine. Old Lady Maya hasn't known how to play for the whole time I've known her. She just gets grumpy on anything with four legs. I get that. That's the only thing I like about her. My kitten will only play with Dude, which shows poor taste in playmates.
Basically, I'm the only one who knows how to play right. So if you're going to learn how to be a proper cat, look to me. But don't touch me, 'cuz I'm taking a nap from all that play.
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