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.
[more protective spacing]
Ooki Brothers Security wishes to make it clear that they are serious
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.
More proof, if any was needed, that “If I fits, I sits” is universal.
“Fits”, of course, is a matter of opinion and local option.
Regardless of whether you agree with Lefty’s definition, you have to admit that he demonstrates with panache.
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?
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.
Do I really need to say anything beyond “They’re Watanuki’s”?
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.
The comings and goings of the hoomins are generally of little concern to ‘Nuki. As long as dinner is served on time, he’s not much interested in who provides it. And away from the food bowl, he concerns himself exclusively with running the security force and sleeping.
Looks so peaceful, doesn’t he?
Not all is as it might seem, however.
That tail he’s cuddling? Not his.
Hard as it might be to believe, but Knuckles Malloy, local asshole-about-the-house and head of Ooki Brothers Security Services, sleeps better with a stuffed animal.
A very well-stuffed animal in this case.
Sachiko considers it very important to keep on top of the news.
She is, without question, the most dedicated butt-reader in the family.
And, while her choice of reading material speaks well of her determination to stay informed, the sad truth is that–appearances notwithstanding–much of the content is over her head.
I know I keep posting pictures of Emeraldas cuddling with Yuki, but they’re just so darn cute together, I can’t not do it.
See what I mean?
Between the paw drape and the blissful expression, could you refrain?