Saturday, December 31, 2022

Pinky Ruth #78

I was confident during my last few days of forced holiday merriment at Lay-dee's house. Lay-dee gave me special catnip with some sort of extra ingredient in it. While I was very, very interested in exploring this catnip experience, I kept my cool while Lay-dee was watching. I didn't want her to think I liked what she gave me.

I was also quite interested in the smell of bows and ribbon and tape. Plastic is my favorite. These other wrapping things are my second favorite. I was, unfortunately, unsuccessful in snatching some Christmas wrapping for a little snack. I suspect Maddie and Lay-dee might be on to me.
I came downstairs, following Maddie, quite a few times. I am coming to believe that I am the feline boss of Lay-dee's house when I am there. Those elderly hooligan cats no longer present a challenge to me. In fact, there was a second incident this trip of a hooligan peeing in a box that was not a designated litter box.
I claim no responsibility.
I have been back in my 5th floor city perch for the last day. I am happy to be home. But I am also hoping Maddie will spot me a little of Lay-dee's special catnip. Don't tell Lay-dee, but that was pretty good stuff.

Sunday, December 25, 2022

Pinky Ruth #77

I happily watched the cars and people slide all over the Seattle streets from my 5th floor perch. I was cozy and happy and amused.

It was then that Lay-dee showed up and facilitated my holiday transfer to the suburbs. Upon arrival, I quickly established my dominance over the elderly hooligan cats. Lay-dee speculates that my presence has caused an elderly hooligan to pee in a shoe box that was not a designated litter box.
I think not.
I have spent more time than normal hiding underneath Lay-dee's bed. 1. There has been some cranky hissing between the hooligans and I. 2. The loud boy has arrived. 3. Maddie has removed my favorite, hooligans', special delicious, not healthy food. All of this has caused me to experience stress during this supposedly joyous holiday time.
Finally, I was snatched from my underbed hideout and forced to pose for a picture-downstairs, with the loud boy, while Lay-dee kept screaming at me, "Smile Pinky Ruth, smile!!!!!"
This has not been a happy holiday time for me.