Rufus’ socialization and integration continue.
He’s still not really comfortable with any of the other cats, but as long as they’re not openly antagonistic, he’s willing to live, let live, and sniff butts.
* Yes, my office floor does need vacuuming. That’s one bit of auctorial procrastination I’ve been procrastinating on.
Which means he’s mostly getting along with everyone but Watanuki, who continues to earn the epithet “Mr. Thunk”* every day. Even there, however, relations are improving. ‘Nuki mostly confines himself to chasing Rufus up the stairs and then polishing the already-empty food bowl. Rufus, for his part, regards ‘Nuki with caution, but little fear.
* A portmanteau of “thug” and “punk”.
And not everything is going ‘Nuki’s way. Sachiko has taken over his traditional role as “Lurker Under the Covers”.
She’s been remarkably resistant to his efforts to chase her off the bed. But then, she’s never been especially intimidated by him. She’s been trying to chew his ears off since she was a kitten.
Watanuki’s response to the disarrangement of his routine has been to declare his intention to run away to sea and become a pirate.
I pointed out that cats aboard ship are expected to work. His response, delivered with impressively lofty tones and deep snottiness?
“Nonsense. I shall be a figurehead.”
I had to admit that he’d be a good one. He’s got the attitude and the pose down. I asked him how he felt about the ship’s bow smashing into a wave while he was on duty.
His answer was largely unprintable, but hinted that he doesn’t believe the ocean would dare drench him.