Box!

Ruru the Cat here.  The most awesome thing in the universe showed up in my house this week.  I don't know what it is exactly, but it's like a box but it's SOFT, so it's even better to sleep in.  We are constantly at war over the nifty thing.  Anytime anyone clears out of it, someone else gets in.  Even the stupid puppy, who is, by the way, too long and lanky to fit into it, takes a turn.  It's so cool.  Nowhere else in the universe [besides the arms of my person] feels quite so good.

Then I guess that stupid puppy decided it was hers.  Why?  I don't know.  Maybe because it smells like some other dog I've never met.  But she started gutting it like it was prey.  Little bits of fluff spread across the floor.  Seriously?  We all fell in love with this thing, and now you're chewing it up like it's some bone or treat?  I knew that dog was trouble.  And now, the people have disappeared the wonderful thing.  Just because the puppy made a mess with it.  Man, why ever did we get that puppy?

Person in Fur

I'm a cat, but I want it known that I'm a person in fur.  To make sure that is known to one and all, I have taken to doing humany things.  Like the other day, there was a cup of milk on the table.  I sat up at the table, like I usually do when everyone else is sitting there, and I drank from a tipped cup just like people do.  And let me emphasize that I do sit at the table when all the PEOPLE sit there because I am a PERSON in fur.  I get fed there like most of the cats don't.  I must emphasize this, so my place isn't endangered by that obnoxious puppy I mentioned last week.  Okay, so that stupid puppy sits at the table, too, and gets fed person food.  But I get the food FIRST.  I also sit nearby when cooking happens, so I can get the person food first.  I want it known that I am a person.  People don't get rid of other people, so if I'm a people, my place here is secure.

I know I sound a little insecure, but this whole puppy business is making me feel insecure.  Every time I want to sit by my person, there's that mutt taking up my spot.  They've caught me playing with her on occasion, but I'm thinking if I befriend her, they'll make sure and keep me.  It's just not fair that I found this wonderful person first, and now I have to share her with this mutt.  Sigh.  Maybe one day soon, I'll get used to the mutt, and everything will feel okay again.  In the meantime, I'm still going to work double time so they don't mistake me for just a regular cat.

My Person. Mine.

This is Ruru, the most adorable, sweetest, cutest cat in the entire world.  My person has been really distracted recently, and I don't like it one bit.  She keeps going across the street to visit some "fuzzy jelly beans" as she calls them.  But I know they're other kittens.  Ones that aren't me.  I know.  I'm jealous.  But she's my person.  I don't need her cheating on me like that with other kittens.  What if she runs off and adopts one of them and then no longer wants me?  She keeps reassuring me and holding me and snuggling me and loving me.  But what if she stops?  What if she wants one of them instead of me?

Worse yet, she's started talking about a puppy.  A PUPPY!!!  In my house.  I don't know what my person is thinking.  Her world revolves around me.  ME!  Dearest person, please remember that when you run across the street to look at those jelly beans or to that store to look at the puppies, all roads lead to me.  Please don't leave me alone.