Wednesday, September 7, 2022

Pinky Ruth #71

My last few blissful days at Lay-dee and Big Daddy's house were quite wonderful! (Lay-dee made me write that. I'd actually give a weak 5 out of 10 rating to my feline hostage "vacation" accommodations.)

During my last few days, I did manage an epic zoomie session that touched all corners of the upstairs of Lay-dee's house. Lay-dee finally walked upstairs and asked me, "Pinky Ruth, do you have the zoomies?"

I stared at her, dumbfounded at how she could even question my epic zoomie run. In my head, however, I said, "You are either really, really dumb or you have got to start paying attention!"
I spent a lot of time downstairs as well. I sat in all of the treadmill room windows. I even became brave enough to look out of one of the living room windows. The two hooligans were watching me but I ignored them.
My last day was ruined when the black and white hooligan jumped me in my own room. There was a lot of screaming. I beat the heck out of that elderly kitty boy with my giant paw. When it was over, the hooligan was in a very long time out behind closed doors. Lay-dee and Big Daddy were quite distraught. And I was free to do whatever I wanted to for the rest of my stay. Because, as a guest, Lay-dee said, one should not be pummeled by an elderly hooligan.
I am now, finally, home. I have not left Maddie's side for a day and a half. We shall cuddle as long as they will let me. Because there is no place like home. I should know.

Friday, September 2, 2022

Pinky Ruth #70

I spent my day hopping between all of the closet forts that Lay-dee has made for me. I was resting for quite some time in Lay-dee's big closet. She had laid out a soft bathroom rug on top of some big Rubbermaid containers. I slept, hidden by Big Daddy's shirts that hung down to cover me.

The black and white hooligan kept trying to escape upstairs. Lay-dee was sure he was trying to find me. She yelled at him enough that he finally gave up and went to sleep in his strawberry box. I took this as a cue to run back to my own room. But then, Lay-dee started talking to her friend on the phone. Lay-dee was very distracted. She was not a responsible Pinky Ruth sitter.
When Lay-dee found us, after quite a lot of time had passed, the hooligan was sitting 4 feet away from me. His paws were curled under and his head was cocked to the side. He had on his, "I'm an innocent good boy" face.
I was under the bed. My ample rear end was facing the intruding hooligan. Lay-dee gasped when she saw us. She called out my name. I turned my head and glanced, dismissively, at them both, and then I turned my head back. Lay-dee was surprised that I wasn't growling.
Lay-dee gushed, "Look at you two being such good friends!"
I said, in my head, in my most polite, curmudgeonly way, "I know he's here and I know he's sitting awfully close to me. For now, I have allowed him in my room. However, the only view he's gonna have is my one of my pretty, white, furry rear end."