Double-Decker

Even though every condo in the house has at least two levels, it’s rare to see more than one cat per condo.

So it was a surprise to look upstairs a few days ago and see Lefty and Sachiko sharing the “microwave” condo.

It didn’t last long; about fifteen minutes later, Lefty wandered into the bedroom in search of snuggles. But it was nice to see them getting along in close proximity, however briefly.

Fencing

Not a lot to say today beyond the rather evident fact that Watanuki can be very protective of his toys.

A cat looking at a turtle*

He is forgetful, however. A few minutes later, he wandered off to swipe some food from Lefty’s bowl and abandoned the catnip ball.

 

* A note for those of you who make a habit of looking at image Alt text: I usually change Word’s guess at image content to something that borders on accurate–or delete it altogether. Today’s, however, was so wildly off that I just had to leave it alone.

A Worthy Successor

Rufus was, and probably will always be, the champion blepper of the household.

Fortunately for those of us who love a good blep, Rhubarb is highly accomplished in the field.

(Thanks to Maggie for the photo.)

A master class talent, wouldn’t you say?

And the 3/4 inverted head adds more than a trifling measure of charm.

It is, however, the freckled nose that really sells the blep.

A Rare Sight

This was originally going to be titled “Birds of a Feather” but second thoughts prevailed.

I’ve long held the opinion that every home requires a meezer.

We are currently blessed–if that’s the word–with two. Kokoro is, naturally, the undisputed* empress of the household and queen of all she surveys.

* In her own mind, at least

Emeraldas, on the other forepaw, is the most recent addition to the clowder, and by far the least integrated. She spars vigorously with Lefty, stares at Sachiko with deep suspicion, and retreats precipitously from humans. (Contrarily, of course, she snuggles vigorously with Yuki, and..um…nevermind.)

So the Meezer Ladies don’t spend much time together. Kokoro stays in Maggie’s office, with occasional forays to the bedroom to hang out on my lap, and the kitchen to raid the empty gooshie fud cans. Emeraldas has recently relocated herself from the library upstairs to the living room downstairs–physically a journey of a mere couple of dozen stairs, but far more distant psychologically.

And yet, the twain do meet. And even pose for an occasional photo op.

It’s His Expression That Makes It Work

Sachiko has been feeling frisky lately. Since her usual tussling partner is Watanuki–tuxedo cats have to stick together–we get a lot of scenes like this.

“Hey, Big Brudder Nookles, let’s throw down! Imma take you dis time!”

You can just hear him thinking, “Yeah, right, Kid. Just like you have the last umpty-dozen times I’ve nipped your ears for you.”

So then, of course, he throws the first slap.

We get about ten seconds of mixed martial arts, followed by thundering hoofbeats as Sachiko heads for the supposed safety of one of the condos.

‘Nuki doesn’t bother to chase her. He knows she’ll be back for another round (more than) soon enough.