We have had our little Ruby Rose, AKA Ruby Roo for a whole year now. The cats are still in shock too! She is a lovely little soul, so full of love and fun. However, mummy has her hands full, with this little ball of fur. I can not turn my back on her for two seconds, or leave anything on a table or the floor. Ruby may be small but, she can leap and bounce as if she has a pogo stick.
So far she has destroyed several shoes, several pairs of sunglasses, my reading glasses (which were 3 months old) My kindle and several tennis balls and soft toys. It is just the way Jack Russell's are I guess. My last one, Sparky never did any of this. So this is a shock to the system, having a canine terminator in the house. The cats are not having any of it either.
Thankfully all the kitties can get up high, to get away from her in a flash. Except poor old Tolstoy.
Not to worry, Tolstoy has now become 'Grumpy Cat", He just goes for her old school. Swipe with the claws, she doesn't even see it coming. "Ouch!" " he hit me mum, sort him out!"
For a three legged cat, he can move fast. Ruby knows how to push his buttons, and then run like hell.
Ruby has an unhealthy interest in kitty litter boxes. Sometimes she will hide a dog treat in the litter box. She leaves it there for a day or two. Then, just as Tolstoy goes to the litter box, BAM!
She is on him, like a fat boy on cake. All you hear is a horrible screeching and growling as she tries to drag Tolly off the litter box. What a din, Tolly then kicks her butt. I have to stop what ever I am doing, to run to the rescue.
Some days there is a cat fight at the OK- cat run! (we don't have a corral). Two cats happen to go in to the cat run for a little R and R, Via a cat flap in the window, so Ruby decides, hey this looks like fun, but then it turns ugly.
She is bailed up on the walk way and can't move. Yet again the faint calls of ....Muuuum!
Again I stop what I am doing, go out the back door, walk to the cat run and step inside to rescue her.
You know those days, when you have so much work to do, and so little time? Those days seem to be happening more often now. Just as you are at the computer, you get that feeling that it is too quiet.
A glance over my right shoulder confirms it, yup! Ruby roo strikes again. Shit, that looks like my kindle she has. I had left it on the bed side table. A moment of forgetfulness, and it costs me. Grrrrr!
As I get up off my chair, she is off like a scud missile down the hallway. Shoots under the side board,
with me running behind her, shouting, Ruby!....Chocolate button ruby! I keep a little jar of doggie chocolate drops for her near by, for moments like this. Yes there are lots of those moments in our house. I give her the treat, and I get my chewed up kindle back. The thing is trashed, bugger! Well that is a trip to the shop for a new one.
Daisy, my girl cat has a part time job as a floor mop and a duster. Ruby chases her and drags her along the floor. Daisy hisses and growls like a banshee. But when I break it up. Daisy just sits there waiting for Ruby to come back and do it again. It seems to me that they both get something out of it. Daisy can hold her own, don't you worry. This is the cat with 'tude! She will face off, to a dog any time.
We often joke that Daisy keeps a half brick in her handbag to slug the dog, or one of her feline brothers with. I have seen Daisy run after Garfield, her ginger kitty brother screeching and growling as if he is thumping her. Only to find when I go to investigate, she is chasing him. Next there is an orange and grey knot rolling through the lounge room into the bed room. It is like something out of a cartoon. Humans know better than to get in the way. Too many scratches to out feet and ankles now, so we leave them too it. Thankfully these days are very few now, as all the kitties are elderly, but by no means over all of this action packed matrix styled lifestyle. We do still get entertained by feline and canine stunts, evenings are the best time for the high drama at our house. We don't need the Hollywood action, fur fury is heaps better.
Now the hot weather is back, Ruby likes to play with a hose or sprinkler in the back yard. Try as I might to water my plants, she comes after the hose and wants to play with the water gushing out. She picks up the hose in her mouth and drags it around the garden, having little drinks as she goes.
Ruby has a little wading pool to play in, but it isn't the same as a sprinkler or a hose. I turn the water down to a slow trickle, and she seems to be happy with that. As long as she can drink from the hose and move it around she is happy. Funny little thing she is. I would be lost without her. She is pure love after all.
Originally posted on 28/11/2013
