Pinky Ruth #59

 I should be deaf by now. The apartment building alarm was appallingly loud. My heart started pounding and the bravery I was forced to exhibit certainly deserves a medal.

Maddie quickly grabbed me when the dreadful fire alarm started screaming. They rushed me into the closet, grabbed my carry case, and shoved me inside-all before I could even meow one protest meow.

Maddie carried me down 5 flights of stairs as fast as they could and we gathered outside with the rest of the building people. By my count, there were 5 dogs and 3 cats near us. There was also one undetermined animal crouching in a clear, space-age-looking backpack. The people around us were nervous. The animals, including myself, were terrified. (Except for one dog-he thought this was some sort of game. Dogs are so dumb.)

The firefighters arrived with their piercing sirens, blinding bright lights, and loud roaring trucks. It was then that I started shaking. Maddie tried to calm me down by petting me and saying nice things to me.

When the firefighters finally left, Maddie and I took the elevator back to our apartment. It was crowded and smelled like dog. I let out the loudest protest meow that I could muster. All of the people in the elevator sympathetically said, "Awwwww......" This did not make me feel validated, however, in the feelings that I was attempting to express.

This has been a very stressful week for me. First, the vet lady gave me anesthesia, which caused a bit of behavior that was out of character for me. As a result, Lay-dee thinks I am now qualified for an episode of "Girl Cats Gone Wild". And certainly, this building fire alarm incident has caused me significant, additional stress. Surely I am now qualified for a few feline therapy sessions. At a minimum, I am certain that this week has burned up at least one, if not two of my 9 lives.

Signed, an exhausted and traumatized Pinky Ruth

#burrowingunderthecoversrightnow #whydodogssmellsobad #firefightersareheroes #Maddieismyhero

Pinky Ruth #58

The last thing I remember before I became so confused was the vet lady telling me I was a very good girl who was going to take a nice nap.

Now, I find I can barely walk. Things are blurry. My head hurts and I can't think straight. I have no idea what I am doing. On top of it all, I can barely walk, things are blurry, my head hurts and I can't think straight.

Also, I have no idea what I am doing.

My neck and belly are wet. My paws are wet. My nose is wet. But I am still so very thirsty. Maddie tells me I fell over into my fountain. They also tell me my bum is wet because I am having a hard time with my peeing. I don't know what Maddie is talking about. I know for sure my pee is coming out just fine--no matter where I am at.

Maddie says I should use my litterbox but what I really need right now is to find my fountain. I am so very thirsty. Maddie tells me I am a brave girl with very clean teeth. I tried to understand what they were saying. I tried to focus. But all I heard Maddie say was, "Pinky pee Ruth iopoahd girl teeth love misoh soheoing sorry jppqpwe00u heplalap."

All I really care about now is finding where Maddie hid my fountain. Did I tell you that I am so very thirsty?

Please help me.

Signed, a parched and confused Pinky Ruth

#whyarethere3ofyou #Icandribblemypeeanywhere #teethsocleanyoucouldeatoffthem #Idliketoreportamissingfountain

Pinky Ruth #57

I have been violated.

I was plopped into my carrying case and hauled across the street to the veterinarian. I'd call her the nice vet lady, but I can't. Because only bad things happen when I see them.

When I got inside the door, I watched a dog jumping up and down on the scale. I sent a very judgy look his way. I mean, really, just stand still man! What dogs need is more self-control.

I came home with a bandage on my leg.

I can barely function.

It itches.

It annoys.

I don't know whether I am more distraught or more embarrassed with my current predicament. I heard Maddie talk to Lay-dee about my teeth on the phone. The vet person DID look at my teeth. (And poked my leg.) I heard her tell the helper person holding me,

"Yes, it is time."

For now I am solely focused on removing this bandage from my leg.

With my teeth.

Signed, Pinky Ruth #myteetharefine #blueisnotmycolor #ifIjumponthescalewillIweighless #theysaidIwassuchagoodgirl