BFFs?

Watanuki can be–often is–an asshole of epic proportions. He’s earned the nickname “Thugbutt” many times over. He’ll slap anyone he thinks isn’t paying him enough attention. Or paying him too much attention. Stealing “his” food*. Sitting in his spot.

* Never mind that the food is served in common bowls.

But then again, when the moon is in the seventh house andstars align, he’ll drift into Friendly Fellow territory.

Snuggles with the panther? Sure, why not? Pose for a picture? Might as well.

The mood swings do keep the bipeds guessing.

But BFFs? No. Sooner or later, the thug always reappears.

Gravity’s Little Helper

Sachiko comes by that particular nickname honestly.

As she says, “I helps Grabity and Grabity help me. It moochooally ‘fishal ‘rangement.”

While she does sometimes settle down to read the paper with her butt, more often, she’s on the table to decide what to assault next.

“Too much up here, even if I knocks it over. Gotta put more on floor or Grabity not cut me slack. Dat salt grinder easy target…”

-=*=-

OK, for those of you with sensitivity to spiders, stop here.

 

For the rest of you, scroll down a little further for one more shot of our new neighbor. I love how this one turned out with the light behind her web.

 

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Ooki Brothers Security wishes to make it clear that they are serious

and sober

Fine, upstanding servants of the public good–or whoever’s paying them in gooshy fud–at all times.

Don’t believe a word of it. Off duty, they’re quite happy to indulge in a catnip binge, groom themselves or each other in public, or just generally act like the goofballs they really are.

But don’t take my word for it. Photographic evidence exists.

And will haunt them forever.

Big Spider Is Really Big

I’m not kidding here. If spiders are on your squick list, stop reading now.

 

Seriously!

 

Here’s a small picture of Emeraldas, as protection against getting too much of the post on screen. (She’s warming up her eye lasers to save you from the evil arachnid.)

 

 

So, yes. Continuing last week’s recognition of new visitors; though in this case, she’s not hanging out at any of the bowls. She’s strung her web in front of the house. Across the path to the front door, in fact. We suspect she wouldn’t mind a bit if she snagged a UPS or Amazon driver.

Not a great shot, is it? Night photography in gusting winds is tough.

Of course, so is Ms. Arachnid’s web. It’s held up remarkably well against those winds and a week’s worth of foot traffic.

Hang on, let me get a shot from a different angle.

Much better.

She’s rather cute, in a “way too many legs” kind of way, don’t you think?

A New Face

Although the classic Backyard Bowl is no more, we continue to maintain the tradition of offering goodies* to the neighbors. The actual food bowl is on the other side of the house, near the catio, but the bird feeders and the free-and-open water bowl are still where they’ve always been.

* Primarily cat food and catnip.

And every so often, somebody new stops by and discovers the offerings.

This handsome individual showed up earlier this week and hung around for half an hour or so, snarfing down the sunflower seeds that had fallen from the bird feeder.

We’ve always said that anyone is welcome, as long as they’re well-behaved. Which is why the coyotes are distinctly unwelcome, the trash pandas get periodic reminders of the rules, and there’s cayenne in the bird feeders for the edification of the squirrels.

This person, however, was minding their own business and performing a useful function–denying the squirrels a free meal–so we made no effort whatsoever to suggest they go elsewhere.

Though, to be fair, Sachiko–as the closest member of the Ooki Brothers Security Service–kept a watchful eye out.

As far as we know, they haven’t been back. But if they continue to comport themself with dignity, we’ll be happy to say hello.

From a safe distance, of course. Welcome only goes so far; 3-methyl-1-butanethiol goes much, much further.

If Three Is a Crowd…

While Kokoro, Sachiko, and Emeraldas are occasionally found chilling on the bed, most often it’s the boys’ hangout.

(Left to right: Watanuki, Lefty, Yuki)

Every so often, though, there’s an interloper.

The nameless stuffed black cat usually serves as Maggie’s back rest, but sometimes sprawls at the foot of the bed.

The boys don’t seem to mind. Maybe because the stuffed cat fits with their color scheme?

Kitteh Parteh Time!

We have multiple kitteh partehs each evening. Kokoro gets a private party, because her treats contain her meds. The Flying Monkeys have their party, the downstairs gang gets two–partly for historical reasons, partly to help ensure that Emeraldas gets her fair share–and, of course, Yuki gets a parteh before we close him into his room for the night.

Yuki’s parteh is actually the first of the evening, and it’s the only one that’s open invitation. Whoever shows up gets treats. And, naturally, his brother-in-all-but-genetics is always there. In fact, Watanuki often shows up before Yuki does.

But it’s still Yuki’s parteh, and Mr. Floof gets the first treat.

And, yes, we do use tongs to distribute the treats. Only at Yuki’s parteh. Because while the Ooki brothers are generally safe enough to hand-feed, something about being next to each other like this brings out their darker sides (no pun intended).

You do not want to get your fingers too close to the fearsome, chawmpin’ jaws of the Floofigator.

Nor do you want to risk digital integrity when Thugzilla shows up.

I mean, seriously. Right-click those photos and “open in new tab” to see them full size. Take a close look at the toothmarks in the tongs. Picture them on your hands.

We’re considering adding puncture-proof gloves to our Yuki Parteh outfits.

Good Morning

We all have our crosses to bear.

Mine is that I’m decidedly not a morning person. Doesn’t matter how much sleep I get, I just don’t function at peak capacity until afternoon (and aftercaffeination).

So you might think that I’m distinctly unfond of opening my eyes to see, well, this:

After all, for most cats this would be the “It’s morning and I want my breakfast” greeting.

Lefty is not most cats.

This is his “Don’t get up. Take five more minutes* to give me snuggles before you crawl out of bed—and feel free to keep your eyes closed if it makes the day easier” greeting.

* Or five more hours. Whatever works for you.

Thank all the greater and lesser gods and goddesses for our SnugglePanther.