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Ruru the Cat here. There are so many reasons I like to be alone in my adult people's room. One is that the adult people are often there, giving love to just me. I'll follow them around and sit on them to remind them they need to love me. I know this may not sound like alone to you, but if there are no cats or dogs around, it's alone enough for me. People don't really count. They are my favorite kind of pet.
[Even the little ones are getting big and scary.]
However, when I step foot outside, all the cats that are bigger than me (which is almost everyone) like to chase me around and beat on me. Even the ones that I thought I were terrified of me because I bullied them when they were little. Now, they bully me instead. It's just not fair.
The only places I feel safe are on my cat tree because I can defend my throne on my cat tree, in my people's room, and in my underwear drawer. No one can find me or beat on me there. Or, on the tree, I can defend it and beat on anyone who tries to mess with me. Everywhere else, I feel so small and beat-on-able.
[Raccoons and badgers and cars. Oh, my.]
I also can't go outside. I've heard too many scary things about cats getting killed by those big box things called cars. They're the worst kind of predator. Our neighbor lost another cat to these monsters. But there are also winged monsters and clawed monsters I don't understand out there. No, that's not a place to feel safe. So I'll stay in my underwear drawer or my people's room or my cat tree and feel safe and powerful and strong. Toothless, quit laughing at me. I'm still queen of the world, even if not enough worship me. Just a small queen. Amazingness comes in small package.
