Pinky Ruth #102

My Thanksgiving visit to Lay-dee's house began with me moping in my closet fort. The unruly rugrat kittens often lurked on the other side of my door. Once I realized my moping was not being sufficiently appreciated, I ventured off into Lay-dee's bedroom. Lay-dee's rugrat kittens had shredded the liner of the bedroom curtains when they attempted to climb them. Lay-dee had tried to repair the liners with clear plastic packing tape.

Plastic packing tape is my absolute favorite.

I smelled it.

I needed to eat it.

I chewed as much as I could before my silence became suspicious and I was unceremoniously placed back in Maddie's room. The door was shut.

My Thanksgiving experience culminated in some required "Friendship Time". Maddie says I must spend time staring at the rugrat kittens so we can become friends. Maddie sat between us, preventing us from attacking each other, presumably. I will reluctantly admit, the kittens that stared back at me were well behaved. I think they were, quite possibly, as bored as I was. Our final forced "Friendship Time" session was a much prolonged starefest with me getting bored and walking away. As soon as I turned my head, those rugrats rushed in. They started licking the dried up crusties from my food bowls and drinking from my water bowl.

An attack on me, Pinky Ruth, was not imminent, apparently. They had other priorities.

Signed, Pinky Ruth

#relaxmaddie #rugratsareharmless? #Laydeeneedsnewcurtains #Illtakethetape

Pinky Ruth #101

 Maddie bought a goofy, bouncy toy for Lay-dee's new rugrat kittens and wanted me to play with it. I refused and walked away with my head held high and my sophisticated, discerning pride intact.

The last time I visited Lay-dee and encountered those new rugrat kittens, I was overwhelmed by their smell. I was particularly offended that they had been sleeping on my favorite, softy Bob the Builder blanket. Their smell was most unpleasant.

After the two elderly hooligans died, I presumed that I would become the queen of Lay-dee's suburban castle. But these rugrat kittens have ensured that my visits to Lay-dee's house are now full of chaos, disrespect and hour long nighttime rugrat zoomies outside my door. I am clearly not in charge.

I tried to show Maddie on my last visit that I was also still capable of nightime zoomies. My one 6 second lap around the bed, I believe, was most impressive---for a 10 year old mature Pinky Ruth.

Maddie tells me we are leaving tomorrow to visit Lay-dee and those tireless rugrat kittens. I am already exhausted.

Signed, Pinky Ruth #stretchbeforezoomies #youthisoverrated #agebeforerugrats #whendidIbecometheoldone