"School" Is a Naughty Word

                                                           (How life is supposed to be)

Ruru the Cat here.  So when my person disappeared for a few days last week, talking about that terrible S word, "school," I hoped it was kind of a fluke or a joke or something.  I remembered that I didn't like that word for a reason.  But for weeks and weeks and weeks, my person has been holding and loving me.  She's been there for me whenever I wanted her.  Now, she leaves me for hours at a time, and I hear that awful S word a lot, both before she leaves and when she comes back.  I'm stuck looking for attention from my person's mom, and she's so busy that I don't get all the attention I crave.

I've tried and tried to imagine what "school" means.  I know one time, I had a horrible experience of getting dragged into what they called a "school."  I was stuck in a cage while everyone around me ate yummy smelling food.  Is that what school means?  That you get stuck in a trap all day and sit around, wondering what exciting things you're missing out on?  I can't imagine what's so exciting and wonderful that it's more important than sitting around and holding me.

I wish I could convince my person that doing anything but holding me is a waste of time.  She's smart.  I betcha if I tried really hard, I could do it.  Now, if only I could speak person.

Kinda Desperate

Ruru the Cat here.  It's been frustrating having my person be gone again for this place called "school."  I loved so much having her home all day every day that this whole having her gone a lot and going to bed early is just the pits.  I get so desperate for love that I'll even stand near my person's mom or dad just to invite snuggles.  It's humiliating.  I mean, I'm begging here.  They're usually pretty good at catching the hint, but it sucks that I have to hint at all.  These worshipful humans should be begging me for the privilege.

I was so delighted at the love my person gave me this weekend that I pretended not to notice that she used me for furniture.  I'm used to being used as a pillow or teddy bear.  This time, she used me as a card table.  And I let her because she is my person, and I would let her do anything.  But if one of the dogs tease me over it, I will deny it to my dying day and plot my revenge.

Again!

                                                             My person is so far away!

Ruru the Cat here.  My person left me for two days AGAIN.  Something about something called Bear Lake, and they all came back smelling like sand and water.  But really?  Does she not know what her leaving does to me?  It wasn't for as long, but still.  It's just not right.  People can be so thoughtless sometimes.

And worse yet, I keep hearing this nasty word "school."  My person and her brother don't seem so happy about that nasty word.  They keep saying the word "go."  I don't like that word.  I seem to remember a time a couple of months ago when my person disappeared ALL DAY every day and only showed up in the afternoon.  Why does my person have to keep going places?  It's a great house.  The whole house is full of warm fuzzies who like to cuddle.  Who needs anything else?

Abandoned!

Ruru the Cat here.  My person left me!  Granted, it was only for three days, but it felt like three MILLION!  It brought all my nightmares to life, nightmares of being left, abandoned and alone!  I mean, they talked about going somewhere called "Yellow Stone," whatever that is.  I'm not so clear on what yellow is, and we don't get a lot of stones around here on the inside.  But I know what those are.  I think we have lots and lots of yellow stones around here.  I don't know why she had to leave me for three days to find yellow rocks.  I should have smelled a rat [but not in a good, yummy way] when my person filled our food dishes to the brim.  At the time, I figured she was just being really nice and finally getting a clue about how things SHOULD be around here.  I mean, I always want to eat myself senseless, but they only feed me enough food to fill my tummy, never enough to overfill it.  What are they thinking?  But then they LEFT.  She left.

Those three days were MISERABLE.  I was stuck with only the other cats as my company.  Granted, I dig the other cats.  But they don't hold me and rub my belly and tell me how adorably fat I am.  They also don't rearrange my face and make me dance to music, so it wasn't all bad.  It was also good they took those stinking dogs with them.  But still.  How could she LEAVE like that?

We always tease Scoutie, my brother who has been cat sat here for several months, when he sits around, pining for his people.  They visit sometimes but not enough for him.  He's such a WHINER.  But it was his turn to tease me when I spent all three days missing my person.  Now, I get it.  Living without your person sucks.  Now, I have her back.  I just hope she never does that again.