Pinky Ruth #111

I always know when the rugrats are on the other side of they door. I wonder if they know I ignore them on purpose. I go about my business in my private suite at Lay-dee's house. I have two view perch windows, a private-2 level-closet fortress and a rocking chair outfitted with the softest blanket Lay-dee owns. I have two water bowls and rugrat food that Lay-dee sneaks to me. I have a reliable supply of extra treats offered to me in exchange for pets and a promise I won't hiss. Lay-dee even locks up those Rugrats in her bedroom so I can wander the house without having to mix with those commoners. I can even throw up a few times and Lay-dee says nothing. She is a pushover.

I hate going to Lay-dee's house. But, it could be worse.

Those rugrats sniff on the outside of the door, trying to engage me.

I have been here before.

I, PR, will rise above it.

Signed, Pinky Ruth

#felineroyalty #sometimesIstillhiss #Ishouldastayedathome #dontwakemefromanap

Pinky Ruth #110

 As you can see, I have arrived.

Lay-dee took my picture when I was still in the car, still in the driveway. I was not prepared. That is not my good side. Photographic permission was not given. Obviously, I object to this ambush on my privacy.

That being said, upon arrival, I quickly peed in the rugrats' litter box. I hissed at the blanket that smelled like them. I sipped a bit of their water. I did this while they were deservedly locked up in Lay-dee's bedroom. One point for me.

My holiday celebrations have begun.

Signed, Pinky Ruth

#Idontevenliketurkey #Laydeeshousesmells #shouldaleftmehome