Whenever we walk into the kitchen, felines gather in hope of a kitteh parteh. The big rush is in the morning, since that’s when we’re most likely to distribute random treats, but even in the evening, the odds are good that somebody will come in with us.
A typical morning looks like this:
(Sachiko was a bit late to this particular party, though she did make it before all the goodies were gone.)
The regulars have learned the fine art of prairie-catting.
Yuki’s hind legs aren’t up to the challenge, but he does stretch his neck upward in a giraffe pose.
‘Nuki is a good prairie-catter, and Sachiko is no slouch either (sorry).
Lefty is deeply suspicious of the concept. He still insists on receiving his treats with all four feet on the ground as the Ur-Cat intended.
(That shot makes the kitteh parteh look quite placid and polite. Don’t be fooled: there’s quite a lot of pushing and shoving and demanding of attention. All of which, by the way, Lefty is showing great talent for. He’s got a unique head-bump that involves his full body, and which has been known to send smaller cats flying across the room.)
The true champion of the prairie-catters, however, is Rhubarb, paws up.
I’m fairly sure that by this time next year, he’ll be levitating to gain extra inches on his competition.