(My person behaving properly, worshiping me.)
Ruru the Cat here. My person walked out on me AGAIN. Seriously? Is it my breath? Is it that stupid, obnoxious dog? I can't think it's me. She keeps disappearing for DAYS like she can't stand to be around me. Then, she comes back talking about some other cat or smelling like a dog, like she's got better things to do than to sit around, petting me. How is that even possible? A human hand is built for loving a cat. I can't imagine there's anything in this world more important than giving me love.
[What the freak is that THING? And why is my person feeding it?]
[And this thing? I just know it's not me.]
[What the what?]
[Now, I know they're joking because whatever-this-is can't exist.]
[Yeah, whatever. This isn't me.]
She also talked about hiking among red rocks, something about Arches and land canyon, Canyonlands, something like that. It meant nothing to me because I can't imagine rocks and arches and canyons could be better than hanging out with me. At least she's back. I guess that's the important thing.
I don't understand people. They pretend that they love me then run out any chance they get to pet and stare at stuff that isn't me. Humans just don't make any sense.





