Something to cheer Jackie up in the face of her Orioles’ less than stellar performance this year.
Rufus continues to settle in. He still spends most of the day in “his” room–but why shouldn’t he? That’s where his food bowls are, that’s where the green pod/bed is, and that’s where the comfy futon is.
I believe the officially-sanctioned descriptive phrase these days is “totes adorbs”. But don’t quote me on that.
Yes, that is a Hello Kitty pillow at the upper right and a Kliban blanket under his head. Nothing but the finest in feline-themed sleep gear for our crew.
Anyway, he does come downstairs occasionally, when the spirit moves him. And recently he not only joined the communal “sprawl on Casey” ritual for the first time, but he was actually the one who started it.
Kokoro is usually the one to kick it off, but she didn’t seem too put out that he had gotten there first. Probably because he was smart enough to leave her favorite nest vacant.
And Rufus handled the arrival of the remaining participants with aplomb.
Of course, it’s not all “Hail fellow, well met!”
There are still territorial disputes. Rufus is willing to defend his turf
To a point.
But, by and large, he’s fitting in better every day. Even the disputes are becoming more familial.
I see how that dispute went!
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Yeah, Mr. Knuckles really hasn’t ever learned how to back down, so he usually wins these little disputes when his opponents get tired of saying the same thing over and over again…
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