Pinky Ruth #98

I smelled the lack of discipline the moment Maddie carried me into Lay-dee's house. It reeked of careless abandon and unbridled joy. It was clear that the unruly rugrats had arrived.

I was left with 2 bowls of food, 2 bowls of water, fresh litter, all of my favorite toys, my softy bed and my scratcher box. Lay-dee had provided me with her usual closet fort options, a few hidey hole choices, some basic window perch provisions and my Bob the Builder blanket. But yet, the door was shut. I was imprisoned.

Maddie was long gone when Lay-dee remembered to check in on me. The minute she slowly opened the door, tiny Rugrat #1 rushed up the stairs to the gap in the doorway. This tiny menace was intent on killing me. (I was sure!) This Rugrat was clearly unaware of my well earned dominant rule of Lay-dee's hooligan free house. Lay-dee grabbed Rugrat#1 just in time as she attempted to leap through the doorway gap. I unleashed a hiss truly worthy of the Pinky Ruth, the current ruler of Lay-dee's house.

And yet, I was challenged. That tiny Rugrat #1 raised her fur in to a very small, laughable, ridge on her back. She puffed up her tiny tail into the largest bottle brush threat she could ever dream of. She raised up a few inches, cocked her head from side to side and uttered a quiet hiss. And then she growled. A tiny grrrrr.....a tiny hmmmmph..the tiniest mewww threat.

I actually paused for a laugh. And then I charged hard toward the door. I let that Rugrat #1 know what it meant to be a real cat. I left no doubt. Lay-dee, frightened, quickly shut the door.

She muttered, "Well, maybe we'll try again tomorrow."

Signed,

Pinky Ruth

#IllbereadyLaydee #lightweightrugrat #buckupbaby #Idontlikethedoorshut #myhissisbigger

Pinky Ruth #97

Both hooligans were gone the last time Maddie and I visited Lay-dee's house. Maddie, Lay-dee and Big Daddy spent their time being sad. I spent my time planning how I would enjoy all of the hooligan free space that I now ruled over. It was all mine.

Maddie and I were at home a few days later when they grabbed me and told me it was time to have a video chat with Lay-dee. I found myself face to face with two wiggly-clearly undisciplined-tiny little rugrat kittens.

Maddie said, "Aren't they cute Pinky Ruth? You'll get to spend time with them soon when I go on my camping trip and when I go on my trip to New Mexico."

I found this news most upsetting. I am so distraught at the possiblility of being at Lay-dee's house with those unruly rugrats, that I have begun my own protest. I now refuse to sleep on the cozy blankets in Maddie's closet. Instead, I now sleep on their pants. I leave my hair everywhere, on all the clothes.

Maddie has told me that today is International Cat Day. Today should be a day of celebration and pampering for me. Instead, I am forced to realize that while the elderly hooligans are gone, the unruly rugrats have arrived. My short lived domination over Lay-dee's house may have ended. And on top of this disturbing news, Maddie is going to leave me there to suffer and navigate this unwelcome fate on my own.

For these reasons, I will continue to sleep on the pants.

Signed, Pinky Ruth, most concerned

#shortestruleever #itstoosoonLaydee #theycantevensitstill #Irefusetobetheirmother