Pinky Ruth #100

 I arrived at Lay-dee's house with Maddie. I inspected the window perches, closet forts and the required, softy, Bob the Builder blanket. I have awarded Lay-dee a 6 out of 10 stars for my room accomodation preparations.

Because I could smell them.

I knew that Lay-dee's new rugrat kittens had contaminated my room.

Maddie then proceeded to spend too much time cuddling with the rugrat kittens. When Maddie came to check on me I hissed at them. All I could smell was rugrats.

And then I saw the rugrats peeking into my room. Both of them had cones on their heads. I don't know what new-fangled, young cat, hip hop fashion they were wearing. I will certainly report that it was not a sensible choice. I even considered the fact that they were celebrating Halloween a bit early with their pseudo-alien, other-worldly, plastic, very impractical, cone-head costume.

I knew, however, that no feline-even these inexperienced rugrats-would ever chose this attire on purpose.

And so now, I stare out the window Lay-dee opened for me. I sniff the good sniffs, feeling sorry for those little cone-headed rugrats.

Signed, Pinky Ruth

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