Watanuki has some strange habits. Other than his fascination with the fabric arts and his poetry, I mean.
Take his sleeping posture, for example.
How can he possibly be comfortable with his tail woven between his legs and his paws dangling in the air?
Yet he must be satisfied, because he frequently sleeps that way, and for hours at a time.
Interestingly, it’s not a feline thing. Sachiko follows “Big Brudder Nookles” around the house, imitates his habits, and seems to worship him, albeit in a very feline non-deferential way.
Yet her reaction?
She’s just as puzzled as we are.