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