Spot Wars

 

[The new queen of MY room, Paige, in my spot, looming over my person.]

Ruru the Cat here.  I understand there are constant spot wars going on behind my person's closed doors. The cats who stole my whole room now fight over the preferred spots in there. I heard the desirable spots are the little pathetic cat tree (also called "the nest"), the shelf, the bed (especially the fuzzy blanket), and the chair. Nobody wants to share unless they're in a warm, fuzzy mood. 

[That beast in the nest, guarding the door, so I can't come in.]

But let's get serious. We cats, in the middle of a turf war, are rarely in a warm, fuzzy mood. Mostly, they just glare at each other, but they'll also come to blows and fight. Wish I could be there to see it, but they all took MY SPOT in moving in there. Going in there freaks me out because it no longer smells like me. 

[Happy former kittens, chilling in my spot, on my bed.]

The most desirable spot is looming over our person, so she'll pet everyone BUT ME. The biggest of them all is Paige, so everyone else tends to defer to her. She'll wag her tail and rub her face on everything with excitement every time MY PERSON touches her. As if she has more right to it than I do. Second most desirable is snuggling my person's mom because she has hands and knows what to do with them. That used to be MY SPOT. 

[How it should be--me getting all the attention.]

I never once got to sit in the nest, and the shelves are all new since I got booted when the kittens started showing up there. Because I HATE kittens.  They always take my spot. This time, they took my spot in a big way. Does no one get that I'm the queen of the world?  At least I found a new room to claim. Now, if only the humans would recognize it as mine and find somewhere else to go.  

Deworming is Amazing!

[Me, chilling where it's safe with no cats.]

Ruru the Cat here.  It's been a while.  I've just been hiding out in the room, ignoring everyone.  It's usually better that way. Less dangerous because everyone's out to get me, even the kitten now. Blogging gets hard when I have to deal with everyone driving me nuts.

[Me, waiting for my dewormer.]

But out of the blue, I started to smell a fabulous odor, soft, meaty cat food.  I knew everyone was getting it but me.  I heard them, all getting that yummy food.  I heard someone say something about deworming.  It didn't sound like fun.  Anytime someone says something that sounds like medicine, I start to think pain and vets. I wasn't sure whether to be envious or not.  

[Ah, yeah. That's the stuff.]

Then, my person's mom came in with my dish of that soft, meaty cat food. Oh, it was good. There was kind of a weird taste to it.  I wonder if that was the dewormer.  But it didn't matter.  I'd die for that yummy cat food. Okay, maybe not. But I sure would kill for it. Cuz I'm a cat. We kill to eat. Dang, that's good.