Magic

I misplace stuff all the time.  I know the cats know where my stuff is.  They probably know every corner of the house better than I do.

I said to Ruby today, “I wish you cats were magic and could talk so you could tell me where to find my phone.”

Ruby looked up and said,
“I am magic and I can talk.”
“Oh my God!” I yelled.
“I have no idea where you put your phone,” she said.
“Well, crap.”

 

Ruby

Ruby will always let Zelda eat before her. She’ll even sit back and let Zelda enter a room first. But, for some reason, she will forcibly knock Zelda out of the way so she can get front row on watching the water drip down the shower curtain. She’s a very odd creature.