For all that I rag on Mr. Knuckles for his thuggish ways and less-than-dignified behavior, he still surprises from time to time.
A reflective moment, marked with elegantly, even daintily, crossed paws.
So tempting to touch–and yet, so dangerous even to approach.
Something simple as I ease back into posting, hopefully more regularly.
Emeraldas with two of her purrimores*.
* Lexicographic coinage courtesy of Maggie.
My favorite bit is Watanuki’s right front paw there in front of Em. Despite appearances, she did not tear it off him, just casually plunked herself down on his leg. By the time I got the camera, she had started to ooze off. But the bright white paw really sets off her muzzle.
Emeraldas is still dubious about bipeds, though she is slowly warming up to the notion that she can get pettings on the bed.
But when it comes to other cats, she’s much friendlier. She still regards Sachiko with a bit of suspicion, true. Watanuki, on the other paw…
He’s not generally into cuddling with other cats–he’ll groom Yuki occasionally–but mostly he snuggles bipeds.
But with no hoomins or all-black cats around, apparently they’re both willing to compromise.
Some cats–arguably a near-majority–are naturally elegant. Their fur is just-so, they move through life with grace and style, and they would never deign to humiliate themselves in front of a human.
Then there’s Watanuki.
Yes, it’s time for the Kitteh Parteh.
And, yes, the bib was foisted on him by the bipeds who feared death by drowning in slobber.
And, yes again, standing on his hind legs gets the treats to his mouth a smidgeon sooner.
But he’s certainly not going to win any awards for elegance, grace, or table manners.
Amusing as that picture is, though, check out the scene after the treat goes down his throat and ‘Nuki begins to relax toward his normal four-legged posture.
It’s not so much the “Oh, my Cat, what have I done?” expression on his face that makes it hilarious. It’s the fact that this scene–right down to his expression–is usually repeated five or six times every night.
For a number of reasons, most of them irrelevant to anyone on the other side of my keyboard, today seemed like a good day to remind you that not all of the four-legged cute things around here are cats.
Case in point:
They worked their way along the hillside, and I was hoping to get some video of them eating when they got a little closer.
It didn’t turn out very well:
Turns out that cameras work much more consistently when there’s electricity in their batteries. Who knew?
By the time I had swapped out the battery, they’d had their fill of hillside grass. The best I could do was a quick still of their departure.
I conclude that they’re English deer: Americans would presumably know that they should keep to the other side of the street.
Or perhaps they’re learning traffic safety from some of our less cautious local drivers.
Those of you who are fans of Japanese animation–or have gotten too close to a fan–are, no doubt, familiar with the catbus:
Allow me to introduce you to a somewhat–actually, significantly–more sedate form of transportation: the cattrain.
This is what happens when the lead engine gets hooked up the wrong way around: no one goes anywhere.
The other day, I peeked into the library, aka “Kokoro’s Room”, to see how she was doing.
As is often the case, she was snoozing in her heated nest. I wanted a picture.
Taking a photo with a cellphone through a door that’s only slightly ajar is tough. I tried again.
Well…
I didn’t want to open the door further. That usually wakes her up, and I didn’t want to disturb her sleep.
Fortunately, we have tools we can use in these situations. A few minutes shoving things around in GIMP, and voilà!
Meezers look much better as (nearly) complete entities, rather than a collection of parts.
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