Ruby Roo is eight months old today. Along with her new age, she seems to have acquired a new move.
"Ruby is doing NOTHING wrong here.
The Lady is quite mistaken in her assumption that the Roo is up to no good."
"Ruby will just mind her own business while sitting very, very still.
Hmm... What's up there?"
"SHEESH, LADY!! WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU DUSTED UP THERE?"
"There's no reason to get snippy. Ruby was just trying to be HELPFUL."
"Hmmm... What's in there?"
"Yeah, Ruby heard you.
The Lady had a really great-great-great-great aunt who gave her a
glass thing-a-mah-jig. SO?"
"So what's IN it?"
"Lady... Did you REALLY mean to use such language just now?"
"Perhaps the Lady should kitten-proof while the Roo looks outside at the birdies."