Lefty is definitely relaxing around us. Which is not to say he’s comfortable; we’re nowhere near the point of giving him pettings. But when he retreats from our presence, he no longer does it at high velocity. He’s sniffed our fingers a few times. And he’s decided that the camera might not be his enemy.
Note the calm-but-cautious expression. A considerable improvement over last month’s “alert” to say nothing of the even earlier “get thou away from me, oh evil biped!”
Rufus, of course, has no trouble relaxing.
The computer desk is one of his current favorite spots. I’m not crazy about having a fur-bearing creature right in front of the computer’s cooling vents, but he does seem to be making an effort to leave an air gap, so I haven’t made an issue of it.
And, while he’s always been a very mellow fellow, amiable and eager to please, he does have some firm opinions.
Currently, his firmest opinion is that the desk is his spot.
I was working at the computer earlier this week, upgrading the OS, when Rufus decided it was time for a nap. He strolled up the back of the futon (just visible to the left side of the picture), shoved the mouse off the desk, and flaked out.
Bets on whether that’s an innocent blep or a message aimed at anyone who would try to usurp Rufus’ computer desk?
I get this most mornings from either Agatha or Fergie. She’s a moose, he’s skinny, but they both tromp over the keyboard and stand on the mouse cable so I can’t work. I don’t know if they’re jealous of the attention we give our computers or just like them.
Could be some of each.
I know in Kaja’s case, it’s hunting. Maggie can show off the bitten-through mouse tail for proof. Kokoro, pure jealousy.