Pinky Ruth #26

I went home today. Big Daddy drove Maddie and I in the car. I was particularly impressive with my complaints about this trip. I howled loudly, nonstop, the entire way. I was quite interested each time we went through a tunnel. I was always surprised when it got dark and then surprised again when the light returned. I did stop my yowling and squawking when we got close to the apartment where Maddie and I live. I sniffed the air. I knew where I was. I knew I was home.

Once Big Daddy left, I spent the day curled up in my secret, Seattle, walk in closet blanket fort, nestled among all of Maddie's clothes. I had a good, long, peaceful rest.

I am now lounging in front of the heat vent in my pink scratcher box. As soon as Maddie feeds me my dinner, I will be perfectly content, glad to be home.

Signed, Pinky Ruth

#homesweethome #Icanmeowforhours #fortsrule

Pinky Ruth #25

Big Daddy and Lay-dee took Loud Nerf Gun Boy back to his college this morning. Those rascal hooligan cats slept away the entire day. Maddie and I had the whole house to ourselves.

This was my moment.

I jumped up on the ledge that overlooks the living room. Maddie took my picture so there would be proof that I was now the queen of the manor, above everyone. I then had two major zoomie sessions-going in and out of every room as fast as I could. I also found a plastic bag in the bathroom. I chewed on this tasty treat for a few minutes before Maddie took it away from me.

Maddie has told me we are going home tomorrow and I am very glad. I am going to go to bed early tonight. I will need my energy tomorrow to complain meow the entire car ride home.

Signed, Pinky Ruth #bowdowntothequeen #notafraidofheights #tasteslikechicken

Pinky Ruth #24

I was Pinky when my first family abandoned me at the shelter. I was 6 years old. When Maddie began to love me, not long after, they added Ruth to my name. It was in honor of Ruth Bader Ginsberg. It was then, Pinky Ruth was born.

Last night I heard Maddie and Lay-dee watching a Ruth Bader Ginsberg documentary. I was inspired, and reminded of my obligation, to live up to my namesake. I am still trapped at Lay-dee's house because of the snow. But, I am no longer sulking under the bed. I have moved on to embracing my ability to judge-just like my namesake-Supreme Court justice, RBG.

I spent the morning judging the caterwauling noise and actions of the backyard birds. I'm not sure why those birds act so desperate and foolish when there is an entire, full feeder of food right before them. I personally would exhibit a bit more proper decorum, especially when out in public.

I also judged Big Daddy and his haphazard way of clearing the snow and ice from the car in the driveway. I would like to have told him what a more appropriate approach to snow removal would be. However, I was unwilling to leave my warm, inside window perch to notify him. Instead, I let him flounder, unguided, out in the cold.

Lastly, one of Lay-dee's hooligan cats tried to approach me today. I came down hard on him like an angry RBG dissent would. He is gone. I am now lounging in peace.

Signed, Pinky Ruth #NotoriousRBG #NotoriousPR #onemoresnowday

Pinky Ruth #23

When Maddie opened the bedroom door this morning I ran right to Big Daddy who was outside in the hallway. I let him give me some good pets. Then I ran around the upstairs, excited, because I thought I would get to go home today.

But here I am, still stuck at Lay-dee's house. I don't know when I get to go home. I am trapped by the snow. Everything is covered outside-even the road and cars.

I spent a long time downstairs being grumpy, looking out the front window at the snow that never stopped falling. I also looked out the upstairs, back window today. There were so many birds at Lay-dee's bird feeder. I couldn't even count them.

I finally went back to Maddie's room where I threw up on the carpet, in protest of my situation. I am now sulking under the bed and am not sure when I will come out.

Signed, Pinky Ruth #trapped #sendtreats #imissthegrass

Pinky Ruth #22

Today was another good day for me. Everyone slept for quite a long time which made me very happy because that is my favorite thing to do.

But then, there was a lot of noise and commotion downstairs. I heard the family saying, "Thank you! I love it!" Maddie kept saying, "Make sure all of the plastic is cleaned up. Pinky Ruth loves plastic and will try to eat it all."

They are right. Plastic is delicious. I would walk downstairs past those rascal hooligan cats to get a chance to eat some plastic. I'd even settle for a little bit of bubble wrap.

I've been letting Lay-dee pet me and scratch my head. I even started purring once. Of course, she now thinks we have a special bond and brags about it to Big Daddy.

And finally, I spent some time today looking at the falling snow outside of Lay-dee's house. Her yard is now fluffy and white. Maddie tells me it is very pretty. It should be. It looks just like me. Fluffy and white and pretty.

Signed, Pinky Ruth #tasteslikechicken #wherearemypresents #donthatemebecauseimbeautiful

Pinky Ruth #21

I have received a Christmas Eve blessing! Maddie, Big Daddy, Lay-dee, and Loud Nerf Gun Boy left the house for 10 hours. I was blessed with peace and quiet. I spent most of the day burrowed under Maddie's blankets. I was cozy. I was warm. And the door was shut so I knew I was safe from Lay-dee's rascal hooligan cats sneaking up on me.

It was surprisingly quiet when the family arrived home. Lay-dee of course, was busy, but the rest of them were so tired I expected them to start burrowing under their own blankets. I cuddled with Maddie in bed and learned about some wonderful birds the family saw at Ridgefield National Wildlife Refuge. I don't know why they had to travel so far to see birds. I saw 14 crows and a dark-eyed junco in the street today and I didn't even have to leave my window perch.

I enjoyed my quiet day and am hoping for the same kind of day tomorrow. Loud Nerf Gun Boy yelled out tonight that he's not waking up early tomorrow-no matter what. Maybe he and I have more in common than I thought.

Signed, Pinky Ruth #quietisthebestsound #loudnerfgunboyismynewbff #whyisMaddiewrappingthings

Pinky Ruth #20

Yesterday I made a garbage man happy. Today a garbage man made me very unhappy. He woke me up when he came to pick up Lay-dee's garbage before it was even light outside. Aren't there noise laws to prevent this from happening?

Maddie left for an hour today but it seemed like at least a month. So I stood at the top of the stairs and howled for them to come back home to me.

One of Lay-dee's hooligan rascal cats walked past me on the way to his own litterbox. I hissed at him and let him know that was unacceptable behavior.

I decided it was safest for me to hide under Lay-dee's bed. I hunkered down between the wrapping paper box and the dining room table leaves. Just when I was thinking of coming out for a drink of water, the loud Nerf gun boy arrived home from college. And just like last time, he brought a Nerf gun with him. I am not a fan. They are loud and scary. Aren't there "don't upset the Pinky Ruth" laws to prevent this from happening?

I miss my city apartment. It was so much quieter there.

Signed, Pinky Ruth #Idontlovegarbagemen #hooliganscantpoopnearme #quitbeingloud

Pinky Ruth #19

I tried to avoid my capture by hiding under the bed. 5 minutes later I was sitting on Maddie's lap heading south on I-5. Lay-dee kept reaching over from her driver's seat to scratch the top of my head. I think Lay-dee needed to put both hands on the wheel, but she is a really good scratcher so I did not protest.

Lay-dee's car stopped next to a King County Solid Waste Division semi-truck at a stoplight. I stared for a long time at the man driving the truck. He looked down at me in Lay-dee's tiny car. He smiled at me and then started laughing. Maddie saw me staring and looked up at the man in the truck. They said I must have made him happy because he was laughing so hard his shoulders were shaking. Maddie said he probably doesn't see cats as charming as me very often at stoplights.

When we got to Lay-dee and Big Daddy's house the hooligan rascal cats left me alone. I made my rounds upstairs and then sat down next to the toys Maddie brought for me to play with. Lay-dee tried to play with me but did it all the wrong way. She tied my rainbow string to my crinkle butterfly. Then she kept swinging the tied-up butterfly in my face. This is not the way to play with my butterfly. And just because I jumped and leaped all over the room trying to grab it does not mean I was enjoying myself. Well, at least I won't let Lay-dee know that.

Big Daddy finally came to pet me later while I was in the window surveying the neighborhood. He let me sniff his hand and then he tried to pet me. I hissed at him because he should have greeted me the moment I arrived...not 3 hours later.

Lay-dee seems very happy about this development. But Pinky Ruth will NOT be an afterthought. Big Daddy just needed a little reminder as to how a lady should be treated.

Signed, Pinky Ruth #respectthePR #garbagemenloveme #crinklewentaflyin'

Pinky Ruth #18

 I was curled up in this game box when I heard those words. "Lay-dee and Big Daddy blah, blah, blah.....". I swung my head around in shock! It seems, to get right to the point, I am required to muster a fair amount of bravery and tolerance.

Again.

I am told that I am loved by many and I am lucky. I am not so sure I can return the same sentiment. How many traveling holidays, may I ask, are required of loyal companion cats? And is it really a holiday if I have to leave my 5th floor city apartment-walk-in closet-supreme ideal feline fort?

I think not.

As for now, you can count me as a reluctant holiday participant.

Signed, Pinky Ruth #butIjustgotcomfortable #Ineedaunion #herewegoagain