I Like to Purr

 

[This is my kitten, Paige.]

Me: 
Ruru the Cat here.  Don't be thinking that title is about me.  I'll sometimes vibrate a little.  I make you work for hearing me purr because a cat's purr is, first and foremost, for the cat.  When I'm feeling down or in pain or you humans are causing me pain by stubbornly refusing to feed me 20 times a day, or I guess when I'm at peace with the universe, I'll vibrate a little.  But a loud purr is just not my thing.  However, my huge kitten is another matter.  She wanted to tell you all about it.  

[I like my kitten.  She's one of two cats I can actually stand.]

Paige: 

i like to hide.  i hide downstairs because there are too many people in the main part of the house.  there are too many animals.  i like it quiet.  i like peace.  i don't like chaos. i don't really like being stuck in my person's room for a long time.  it gets boring.  but at least i have a quiet place to hide under the bed. but my favorite time of day is when my person, my mommy, grabs me and holds me.  i purr and purr and purr as loudly as i can so she can know i love her.  i spread out on her and hug her and purr, and she pets me and pets me and pets me.  it's the happiest time of my life, way better than anything else.  other people can pet me.  i may purr for them.  but my favorite thing is to be held by my mommy.  

[Except when she takes my spot. And my person.]

Me: 

Kiss up much?  That may explain why she seems to keep you in there a lot longer than me.  It may also be because I escape as quickly as I can.  I know I don't have to be stuck in there if I don't want to be.  But just remember, little one, that she was MY person first.  I don't have to purr loudly or hug her or anything to know she's mine.  I claimed her, so she's mine.  Always remember that. 

Bean Refried

[Public enemy number one]

 Ruru the at here.  So Bean's been bugging me to use my blog again.  Seriously?  I wanted to rant some more about how often my person comes home smelling like kittens.  It's getting to be a serious concern around here.  At least for me.  'Cuz I let a kitten (or two) live in my house, and now, two of the people around here, including MY person, have been claimed.  My room is regularly invaded by my kitten.  I'm just getting to be a softy in my old(ish but not really, not like Maya) age.  Okay, fine, Bean.  You can say something. 

[Me and my baby sister!]

I'm Bean! Hi hi hi!  I got to go on an awesome trip!  My mommy took me in a cage!  I didn't like that!  But then, we got to a big house with a person that smelled familiar!  And I saw my baby Sister, Cinnamon!  Her daddy calls her Demon Princess!  Not sure why!  At first, she was a little scary 'cuz she kept jumping at me and attacking me!  Then, I figured out she just wanted to play!  We played and played and played and played!  I was so sad when we left!  

[See my big sister in the corner right by me?  She's amazing!]

Then, we got to my other sister's house!  It was amazing!  We chased each other all over this tiny space!  She kept trying to steal my mommy, but then she'd play with me!  It was fun!  When can I go again?  

[When you see one of these fuzzy worm things, just say no.]

Really, Bean?  All that bugging me, and you only wanted to talk about leaving to see other DOGS.  As if that's a good thing?  And then you didn't listen to the rule about exclamation points.  DON'T use them.  Ever.  And definitely not in every single sentence.  Seriously, I do not understand dogs at all.  This is why cats are better.  But not kittens.  NO kittens.  Ever.  

No! Not Again!

[I'm gonna level with you. It's my house.]

Ruru the Cat here.  I consider myself a patient(ish) cat.  I tolerate humans thinking they're the center of the world when it's obvious cats are.  Specifically, me.  I let them keep their dogs, even the little, annoying one.  I let the other cats in the house live, in spite of the temptation to find a way to eliminate them.  Cuz I'm awesome like that.  

[A portrait of evil.  Watch me ignore him.]

The one thing I WILL NOT tolerate is younglings, not human or dog or especially cats.  I mean, it's my house.  I claimed it.  I marked it with my face.  It's mine.  And I blog about that a lot, just to remind you.  So when my person came in smelling like kitten, I started to get nervous and think through all the babies of every sort people keeping bringing over here.  

[See?  I can tolerate them. But once they get in, they don't always leave. And then, they take over.]

I tolerated a whole pile of kittens last year, and two of them weren't even kicked out the door.  My people kept them without my permission.  So I claimed one of them because she was less of a pain than the others, but now she's taken over my spot most days in my person's room.  My room.  

[And don't forget the puppies I let live.  THREE of them.  But only one stayed. Still one too many.]

Plus, my people brought in THREE puppies.   One of which didn't leave.  Seriously.  I'm a martyr.  Not kidding.  

[My person playing with fire AGAIN.]

But now, not only did my person show up smelling like kittens, but I've seen pictures.  ACTUAL pictures of my person playing with kittens. Like new ones, not the ones I tolerated last year.  No.  Just No.  I've had enough kittens to last a liftime.  In spite of the hype, there's nothing cute about kittens.  Except mine.  She's sort of grown on me.  But no more.  My house.  My rules.  Mine.                                                                                                                                                                                                                

Hi hi hi! It's me, Bean!

[Me on my mommy's shoulder, my favorite spot]

 Hi!  I'm Bean!  Ru doesn't feel like writing a blog today, so I get to write!  I'm a Pomeranian puppy!  I like to ride mommy's shoulder down the road!  It's so much fun!  I like to visit people and jump on them and lick their nose!  It's amazing! 

[Here was my good buddy, Dude, trying to save me from the box!  It didn't work!]

But something happened this week that wasn't fun!  Mommy took me in a box in a nasty car thingy! It smelled yucky, and I was stuck in a box, so far from Mommy!  Then, I had to get poked and prodded, and it hurt!  I didn't like it at all!  I didn't feel so good for the rest of the day!  But then, I got to sit by Mommy's leg, and it was better!  

[Where I should be, at home, getting hugged.]

Then, two days later, Daddy took me away from Mommy and back in the nasty box!  We went back to the place where they poked me, and they poked me again!  Then I went to sleep for a long time!  When I woke up, my body felt funny, and my mouth hurt!  But then, I got home, and Mommy was there!  And everything was okay again!  Now, I feel great! 

[Me, miserable and wet and cold!]

Except I didn't like getting stuck in the water after that!  That wasn't fun!  But everything else is great!

[Leave blogging to the cats; Dogs don't get it]

Dog.  Oh, Dog, please leave enough exclamation points for the rest of us.  Just because I'm not doing a blog doesn't mean you can.  Seriously.  Ruru the Cat here.  Teach me to leave my blog unguarded.  Sounds like they took you to the vet twice, gave you shots, had your baby teeth pulled, then, add insult to injury, bathed you.  They must really hate you.  Smart of them.    Yet, still, you use exclamation points.  Funniest part was looking at you in the bath.  You're a stick with hair.  It's amazing.  I laughed so hard, I almost fell off my perch. Better you than me. Next time, I'll write my own blog, thank you.  

You're welcome!

Not what I meant.