Nothing elaborate today–just playing with my photo editing software to bring you Kokoro with no distractions.
(Context means a lot, doesn’t it?)
Sure, Halloween is going to be a bit weird this year. But then, why should it be any different than anything else that’s happened in the last seven or eight months?
And, yes, of course trick or treating is off the table–which hasn’t stopped anyone I know from buying candy.
But none of that means we can’t celebrate the occasion.
Maggie has been working with some of the cats, convincing them to get into the spirit of things.
Doesn’t mean she won’t attack us in our sleep in revenge, but sometimes one has to take one’s chances.
The weird lighting and rapidly changing temperatures have everyone in the household a bit unbalanced and prone to hiding in caves and/or under the covers*. The result is a notable lack of entertainingly cute pictures this week.
* I include the two-legged inhabitants in that assessment.
So, instead, how about a Rogues’ Gallery of all of the quadrupeds with a minimum of commentary?
In order of increasing seniority:
Kokoro and Rhubarb have had an erratic relationship. Sometimes they’re buddies, sometimes there’s much growling, hissing, and cautiously distant paw swipes.
Right now they’re in a friendly phase.
Would that they were always so cute together.
Even though the iPhone is supplied by and intended for work, there’s nothing that says I can’t use it for my own fell purposes.
It’s been functional for about thirty-six hours at this point. Can you believe I’ve only taken thirty photos of the cats in that time?
I’m still experimenting with the functionality, so I’ll spare you the worst of the blurry*, overly dark, poorly framed, and redundant shots.
* I can already tell I’m going to have a hate/hate relationship with Live Photos. Once I get some basic familiarity with that feature, I’m probably going to turn it off.
Here, forthwith, my first halfway worthwhile iPhone 11 Pro cat photos.
Sachiko, enjoying an evening snooze behind the heat vent in the dining room.
Modern technology is impressive. We’ve upgraded the staircase to support up to four feline channels, and the amount of fur it collects is just amazing!
Lefty won’t get on the bed unless there’s already at least one cat present. Yuki seems to be his favorite bed partner at the moment; it’ll be interesting to see what happens if Yuki tries to use Lefty as a pillow, the way he does with Rhubarb.
Rufus and Lefty hanging out in my entirely-too-cluttered office. The vertical black blob in the middle of the screen is a stuffed octopus; Lefty is the vertical black blob behind the eight-legged critter.
And, finally, my favorite shot of the batch. Kokoro was sitting on my lap when I took this one. I’m amazed at how well it came out, given the short range. I’m even more amazed that she didn’t stick her muzzle into the camera lens as is her usual mode of operation.
We’ve had a bit of a cold snap of late. Overnight temperatures are dropping into the forties and upper thirties. Even though we keep it significantly warmer in the house, the weather does have a predictable effect on the cats.
Kokoro and Kaja are roommates of long standing, and as roomies often do, they tend to hang around together. Kaja is definitely taking it to unusual levels of closeness, though. It’s rare to see Kokoro actually snuggle up with someone who doesn’t walk on two feet.
Rufus and Lefty, of course, have been sharing living space for a comparatively short time–less than a year! They’re still working out the parameters of closeness. Lefty is more inclined to exploration–Rufus seems to have a “been downstairs, didn’t like it” attitude–but they still spend most of their time in reasonable proximity.
Lefty likes to keep an eye on Rufus, to better protect him from those perplexing bipeds.
Even so, they’ve been unusually close the past few days.
Cuteness reigns throughout the house.
Despite appearances, Lefty is not actually on trial for his life.
Yes, he is on trial, but that’s just the way Kokoro is with anything or anyone new and different.
Lefty has been making great progress lately. He no longer flees when we approach, though he still retreats. Just much more slowly and not as far. And he will take treats from our hands if we’re patient and let him go at his own pace.
So we’ve started giving him the run of the upstairs hall during the day. That means he’s had a chance to make the acquaintance of almost everyone. He’s only seen Kaja from a distance, and hasn’t gotten closer to ‘Nuki than a couple of feet, with the fence between them.
But he’s had nose-to-nose (and nose-to-butt) meetings with Yuki, Kokoro, and Sachiko without anyone getting violent. As I said, great progress.
Contrary to what you might think, Kokoro’s head is firmly attached to the rest of her body.
Nor does she have a truly gnarly mass of hair sprouting from her left ear.
That googly-eyed demon thing riding on her back, though? Totally legit.
The tree is up, the heat is on, and the cats are gathering.
Yup, must be Christmas time.
No matter where you fall on the scale* between “Christmas? What’s that?” and “Woo-hoo! Best day of the year! More celebration!” I hope you’ll have a good day, secure in the knowledge that 2018 is nearly over.
* I’m aware there’s at least one more dimension to the scale–the religious one. But (a) representing a three-dimensional graph in words is grammatically incomprehensible and (b) If two thousand years of scholarship hasn’t come up with glib captions everyone can agree adequately summarize the religious extremes, I’m not fool enough to try.
Stay warm, stay dry, and stay safe.
A few quick updates on the gang.
Kokoro will take any opportunity to sprawl on my lap, even if it means sharing with Rhubarb. Since the weather turned colder and wetter, she’s been even more enthusiastic. The weird thing, though, is that the colder the weather, the more she melts.
‘Nuki needs his toenails clipped and he’s got no qualms about using that fact when he demands attention. He hasn’t quite figured out that his threats would have more gravitas if they didn’t include those cute pink toebeans.
Lefty continues to be cautious about bipeds. He spends most of the time in his condo, and if we catch him outside, usually retreats immediately.
However, he’s realized that once we turn off the light, we rarely come back into the room. So he’s often at the food bowl before we even finish closing the door. His fastest time from light off to nose-in-bowl is three seconds, although the average is closer to six.
When humans aren’t involved, Lefty seems to be a rather mellow fellow. At this point, he’s met most of the others, at least briefly, and Rufus spends every night and most of the days with him. And so far, all the encounters have been peaceful. No threats issued from between the bars in either direction.
But Lefty takes relaxation almost to Rufusian levels. Most cats I know would be uncomfortable in this situation. Not Lefty. He glanced out of the condo when Rufus climbed on top of the cage, then went back to sleep.
Two formerly feral fellows sharing a peaceful moment. What could be better?
(Lefty does love that poor catnip lemon, by the way. He’s all but disemboweled it and keeps it close to the condo at all times. But oddly, the pumpkin doesn’t get much love. He’ll play with it occasionally, but he always comes back to the lemon.)