Pinky Ruth #114

 

I was born with a grey patch on the top of my head.  It disappeared as I grew into a beautiful, dignified lady. I spent the first six years of my life with another cat.  We lived with a family who abandoned us both to a shelter when we were six years old.  They kept their toddler who was annoying us.

Maddie found me facing backwards in a cage at that shelter. I had shoved my face as far back in the corner as was possible. Maddie went around to the back side of that cage and looked me in the eye.  We became friends. I had always been known as Pinky.  With Maddie, I became Pinky Ruth.  I was named after Ruth Bader Ginsberg.  

My life was better with Maddie.  I was worshiped.  I was the center of attention.  I always had a cozy spot to rest peacefully.  I had all the toys a cat could ever want. I had the best food.  And I always had the best window perches where I was able to watch the birds for as long as I wanted to.

My favorite thing to do was to sit in my scratcher box.  When I was in a good mood and feeling a bit spunky, I’d walk over to the box, hop in and roll on my back.  Maddie would come over and give me “box love”.   I’d get the best belly rubs, scratches behind my ears and long pets from Maddie during “box love”.

I was in that box, surrounded by love, when I left you all today. It was my time to go.

The 6 ½ years I spent with Maddie were the greatest gift I could have ever received. 

I was the luckiest cat.

 

Signed, for the last time, Pinky Ruth

Pinky Ruth #113

 Pinky Ruth is out of the hospital and home with Maddie Smith . She purred the entire car ride home. She is however still on the struggle bus. Hopefully some time at home in addition to her meds and treatments will help her improve.

PInky Ruth #112

 Pinky Ruth isn't feeling well with an acute kidney crisis. She is not happy about spending a few days at the emergency vet.

Pinky Ruth #111

I always know when the rugrats are on the other side of they door. I wonder if they know I ignore them on purpose. I go about my business in my private suite at Lay-dee's house. I have two view perch windows, a private-2 level-closet fortress and a rocking chair outfitted with the softest blanket Lay-dee owns. I have two water bowls and rugrat food that Lay-dee sneaks to me. I have a reliable supply of extra treats offered to me in exchange for pets and a promise I won't hiss. Lay-dee even locks up those Rugrats in her bedroom so I can wander the house without having to mix with those commoners. I can even throw up a few times and Lay-dee says nothing. She is a pushover.

I hate going to Lay-dee's house. But, it could be worse.

Those rugrats sniff on the outside of the door, trying to engage me.

I have been here before.

I, PR, will rise above it.

Signed, Pinky Ruth

#felineroyalty #sometimesIstillhiss #Ishouldastayedathome #dontwakemefromanap

Pinky Ruth #110

 As you can see, I have arrived.

Lay-dee took my picture when I was still in the car, still in the driveway. I was not prepared. That is not my good side. Photographic permission was not given. Obviously, I object to this ambush on my privacy.

That being said, upon arrival, I quickly peed in the rugrats' litter box. I hissed at the blanket that smelled like them. I sipped a bit of their water. I did this while they were deservedly locked up in Lay-dee's bedroom. One point for me.

My holiday celebrations have begun.

Signed, Pinky Ruth

#Idontevenliketurkey #Laydeeshousesmells #shouldaleftmehome

Pinky Ruth #109

Ellie and Tillie turn two years old today. According to all of the Google experts this marks the official end of their kittenhood. Mark and I are very much looking forward to some more mature behavior from these girls. Our expectations for them to contribute more positively to the daily function of the household are, naively, quite high.

Day 1: Ellie produced the largest cat barf-on the carpet-that we have ever seen in 35 years of owning cats. Could she perhaps have eaten all of the carpet shreds she created when destroying the cat post we had recovered, twice?

Day 1: Tillie spent 6 1/2 hours locked in the pantry, apparently climbing the shelves, knocking people food around and very nearly pushing dishes to the floor. She was not afraid, however, for she was still near her plastic food tub in the bottom of the pantry. And when she is near her food, she is comforted by her belief that the next meal must be imminent.

Meanwhile cousin Pinky Ruth appears to be a well behaved, senior mature lady-despite her current (minor inconvenience) situation as a cone head.

#can'tstopwon'tstop #notslowingdownyetLaydee #seniorladiesrule

Pinky Ruth #108

 

I, Pinky Ruth, have just survived 11 days at Lay-dee's house. 7 days were complete misery for me. 4 additional days were mostly unpleasant. During my week of misery, Lay-dee kept calling me her "cute, little, goofy, grumpy gal." Big Daddy's description of my behavior, however, was quite reactionary and a bit foul mouthed. Lay-dee said he was being a big baby and needed to be more understanding of my difficult predicament. On that day, Lay-dee was my favorite.

I was forced to have more friendship time with the Rugrats. Big Rugrat #1 immediately went to pilfer all of my kidney diet food. Rugrat #2 again, placed her paws up on the table I was sitting on. I stared at her innocent face, the one that had a presumption of cooperation and affinity. She stared at my wary face, the one that had a presumption of annoyance and superiority. She stared too long, so I was forced to bop her paws, 3 times, to let her know she needed to back away from, I, the Pinky Ruth. Big Daddy laughed at me and said it didn't count as a threat because I bopped that Rugrat very, very, very slowly. Big Daddy accused me of being a "funny goofer" and "finally coming around." I should have bopped his face.

I am finally back home with my Maddie. We are cozy together with a soft blanket and a great view of the trees. Two things I am certain of: There is no place like home and 11 days is too long to be away from your people.

Signed, Pinky Ruth

#miserymighthavebeenanexaggeration

#slowmotionstillcounts #BigDaddyiscranky #saynotofriendshiptime