Ruby’s Reflections: Why I Don’t Like Saturday Mornings
Hi, everyone! It’s Ruby! I finally get to write something again! Life has been good. Keeping Allegra in line and making sure Mom doesn’t work too much are full time jobs, but I also have to watch the birds and squirrels on our deck, and eat, and play and sleep – a kitty’s work is never done!
The only thing that I don’t like about my life is Saturday mornings. Why, you ask? Well, that’s when “The Monster” comes out at our house. The Monster is loud, and things disappear in its wake, and I want it to go away and never come back, but every Saturday morning, it comes upstairs from its’ corner in the basement. Mom says she needs to use it to make our house nice and clean. Whatever!
As soon as Mom brings The Monster upstairs, I run to the top of our highest cat tree. Mom comes and puts some magic water on me (Ingrid’s note: I rub Stress Stopper on her fur), and that’s where I stay until she’s finished. I try giving The Monster the evil eye, but it doesn’t seem to be bothered by my ferocious stare.
I don’t understand why Allegra isn’t bothered by it. She’s such a scaredy cat when it comes to thunderstorms and other loud noises, but she’ll just sit on a chair and watch it make its way through our house.
What I really don’t get is that when Mom finishes, the house doesn’t look any different to me than it did before. I can only figure that this need to have a clean house must be one of those human quirks that cats will never understand.
The ONLY good thing about Saturday mornings is that when Mom is done with The Monster, it goes back into its cave in the corner of the basement – and I get lots of treats!
Are your kitties afraid of The Monster?