Kokoro may be a lady of a certain age, but that doesn’t mean she’s lost her sense of fun.
She’s not about to let Kaja hog the toys when there’s a chance to play with her hoomins.
A certain, carefully measured, application of the “I’m still the boss of you” stare, and the toy was hers.
Of course, being the intelligent lady she is, and possessing the wisdom that comes of applying that intellect over the course of her life, Kokoro knows that victory, however tasty…
…never lasts. Sometimes you catch the toy, true. But it’s equally true that the toy sometimes catches you.
(She’s got that look of martyred patience down, doesn’t she?)
And those rumors that Kaja, lacking said wisdom, had a not-so-quiet chuckle?
One rule for living right I didn’t mention, mostly because I couldn’t find an appropriately illustrative song: recognize you’ll never be perfect, but never give up trying.
Kokoro is a case in point.
One could certainly forgive her if she stopped her pursuit of the perfect body curl. She is, after all, a lady of a certain age–arguably a certain age and a half–and her curl has been developed with daily practice.
And yet, it’s still not quite perfect.
Note the tail: it’s neither aligned with the feet or crossed over them to parallel the upper ear. Any judge would agree it’s a quarter-point deduction.
So, she continues to practice. This particular practice session lasted a good three hours.
One can only admire her dedication to her craft. And give her pettings when she wakes up.
A couple of weeks ago, I was commending Kokoro for her generosity.
Let it be noted that one can be too generous.
Case in point:
Sure, it was a friendly gesture to share her heat pad with Rhubarb. But when Watanuki got involved…
Let’s just say that ‘Nuki hasn’t internalized the meaning of the word “share”.
No heat for Rhubarb, and Kokoro is so far away, she’s teetering on the brink of falling off the futon.
But at least the crew is being amicable about the whole thing. The futon has, it seems, been unanimously declared “neutral territory: open to all” in the same way our bed has.
Still, Kokoro needs the heat on her joints more than anyone else.
Or is that “Grinching”?
I did, just yesterday, hear a Christmas song I enjoyed: Jethro Tull’s interpretation of “God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen”.
Why did I enjoy it? Partly because it was instrumental, so I didn’t have to deal with the lyrics and partly because it was a heavily jazz-influenced interpretation–remember what I was saying about doing something different?
Mostly, though, it was because I’d never heard it. At all, much less seventy-‘leven times this week.
Anyway, as the post title has it, you’re not here today to listen to me rant about music. I know what you really want.
A rare moment of amity, no doubt seasonally inspired.
Kokoro isn’t exactly known for sharing, but lately she has been allowing Rhubarb to join her on the heat pad. The weather has been chilly, and nobody wants cold toe beans, so kudos to Ms. Kokopoof for her contribution to familial harmony.
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.
Because she was somewhat overshadowed–literally–last week, I decided that today I’d remedy the situation.
I present Her Imperial Majesty, Empress of the Meepasaurs, She Whose Toenails are Ever Pointy, Ms. Blue Eyes Herself:
Not counting occasional brief forays into the upstairs hall, Kaja and Rhubarb stay in Maggie’s den. Kokoro is more adventurous, spending an occasional afternoon or evening out and about, but returning to the den overnight.
Herewith, a peaceful portrait of The Denizens.
Kokoro and Kaja have a fraught relationship.
In Kokoro’s opinion, Kaja is a late-arriving interloper on her turf. Contrarily, Kaja considers Kokoro to be an old fuddy-duddy, blocking her ascent to rulership of the household.
At least, that’s the way it has been for years. Recently, however, we’ve bee seeing signs of moderation. Maybe it’s because they’re getting more accepting as they age. Maybe they’re banding together against all the new arrivals. Or perhaps it’s just that in order to make sure Kokoro gets her meds and plenty of nutritions, we’re making her spend more time in Kaja’s presence.
Regardless, we’re pleased to see moments like this:
Nothing elaborate today–just playing with my photo editing software to bring you Kokoro with no distractions.
(Context means a lot, doesn’t it?)