If recent posts have given you the impression that Watanuki is being more of an asshole than usual, you’ve gotten the right message.
Unfortunately, Rufus has been the main recipient of Mr. Knuckles’s counter-social behavior. As a result, he’s been spending time in Maggie’s office.
See, that’s Kaja’s territory.
She rules the room with an iron paw and steel claws, only barely hidden beneath the velvet fur. More importantly, ‘Nuki isn’t allowed in there.
There’s been some hissing and some aggrieved looks, but by and large, it’s been peaceful.
Not all catnip and sunlight, but relatively peaceful. From Rufus’ perspective, it’s much quieter than the rest of the house.
As a fringe benefit, Rufus has also been establishing better relations with Kokoro, who’s been spending time in Maggie’s office for much longer than he has.
They’re not best buddies, but they’re coexisting nicely.
And no, I’m not talking George R.R. Martin.
We are seeing the first signs of winter’s approach. Specifically, cats hogging the heat registers.
Rhubarb’s been doing it for years. He’s got the technique down: block the entire vent so no heat escapes his fur.
Since the overnight temperatures dropped to a glacial 55 degrees or so, he’s been at one vent or another most mornings. Never mind that it’s a good ten degrees warmer inside. Everyone knows it’s the psychological effect of the cold outdoors that does it.
Sachiko doesn’t quite have the details sorted.
Maybe it’s because she’s younger and hasn’t worked out all of the ramifications.
Or perhaps she just doesn’t feel the cold in her bones as much as her older brother.
But regardless, she knows her extremities get colder than her torso, and she’s figured out what to do to avoid a frostbitten tail.
Anyone want some nicely toasted caudal vertebrae? Just the thing for breakfast on a pre-winter morning. Sachiko thinks so. Or maybe she’s just grooming. I don’t think her tail is any shorter today than yesterday.
Those don’t look like Rufus’ toes…
It appears that somebody has staged an invasion. But who would be so dastardly?
Who but Mr. Thugbutt would be so evil as to take over Rufus’ mushroom? Nobody, of course.
To be fair, it’s not really Rufus‘ mushroom. After all, the mushroom not only predates his arrival in the household, it’s been here longer than Sachiko.
But since it’s in the room Rufus considers his, the mushroom must also be his. (Which means Rufus also owns a computer, a printer, and several thousand books. None of which he’s ever shown any interest in, fortunately.)
No, of course Rufus didn’t fight for the mushroom. He’s a Mellow Fellow, and a pacifist of almost Gandhian proportions.
He knows ‘Nuki will vacate the ‘shroom eventually. And until then?
What cat can resist a sun-warmed spot on a comfortable cushion in front of the window? Certainly not Rufus.
Rufus has a new hangout.
Well, okay, it’s actually an old one. Just about the first place he went when we started letting him explore the space outside his transitional cage.
But we’ve recently rearranged the room and made the mushroom more accessible, and he’s taking full advantage.
And yes, we realize it’s probably supposed to be a tree stump, but really, with that domed cap, it looks more like a mushroom.
And besides, mushrooms are funnier. Especially when they’re cat-stuffed mushrooms.
Anyway, that dubious look is rather atypical for the normally mellow Mr. Alexander. But at the time I took the picture, he’d just finished a round of territorial negotiation with ‘Nuki, so any unusual activity was cause for suspicion.
Normally, Rufus is considerably more relaxed when acting as mushroom filler.
Yes, he was snoring. And the mushroom acts as a resonator. I won’t say the walls were shaking–but they may have quivered a bit.
Surprisingly, our feline crew have orderly minds.
Granted, cats generally have a strong preference for tradition and regular routines, but ours even carry it over into their sleeping arrangements.
Right triangles are popular.
Though equilateral triangles are almost as common.
And the straight line is evergreen.
(The line is straighter than it appears in this photo. Kokoro and Rhubarb were lying on my legs, preventing me from aligning the camera properly.)
Having said all that, I should clarify that such geometric specificity applies only at the interfeline level. Individual cats are always free to be as goofy as they wish in their pursuit of teh kyoot.
And they do. Take a closer look at Watanuki in that last photo:
Note the paw over the nose, the brilliantly pink toe beans, and, most important of all, the tail carefully curled around the end of the rear leg.
Maggie recently brought home a new feline torture device. Sort of the equivalent of a hair shirt. And if you don’t think a hair shirt over fur is a torture device, well, our crew invite you to give it a try.
Anyway, given Sachiko’s sometimes sharkly behavior…
…we decided she was the logical first victim.
She carried it off very well:
Very “searching for something to rend to bloody bits”.
Somehow, though, she seemed less than appreciative of the opportunity.
In fact, that was almost two weeks ago, and she’s still giving us suspicious looks when we come into the kitchen together.
“Cats are rather delicate creatures and they are subject to a good many ailments, but I never heard of one who suffered from insomnia.” ― Joseph Wood Krutch
Proper sleep habits are, of course, of vital importance in the feline world. Mind you, the rules of proper sleep can be summarized as “There’s no such thing as too much sleep” without losing any important details.
Kokoro is the most dedicated sleeper in the house. Perhaps it’s natural inclination, or maybe just that, being the oldest, she’s had more time to develop her sleep skills. Certainly, a proper nose-tuck takes both natural talent and dedicated practice.
‘Nuki, on the other paw, is rather careless about how he sleeps. He frequently leaves body parts dangling.
Much, it should be noted, to Rufus’ complete lack of interest. “Not my problem if he wakes up with his tail all pins and needles.”
But the results can be entertaining to other onlookers.
In this household, though, uninterrupted sleep is a rare luxury. And ‘Nuki, bless his thuggish little heart, is often the cause of others’ rude awakenings.
Turns out Lefty is an unusually clever fellow.
He’s a bit of a slob when it comes to eating his gooshy fud. That’s not uncommon. However, unlike most cats, who would slop it onto the floor and then lick it up from there, he just drizzles it down the side of the bowl.
And then he does this:
Kokoro is his match intellectually–she figured out how to keep can lids from sliding across the floor by holding them in place with a paw while she licks them–but it’s a level of sophistication most cats never match.
Mostly, he’s a dignified fellow. But he’s quite taken with his magic lemon. Shortly after this video was taken, he carried it into his Fortress of Solitude (the carrier visible at the far left) so he can love on it in comfortable seclusion.
We catch occasional glimpses of the lemon. It’s slowly being ripped to shreds and losing its stuffing. We may have to get him a new one in the near future. Or offer him a magic banana.
Fashions in feline hangouts come and go, just as with any other sort of fad. But some places are evergreen.
Everyone finds the bed convenient lurking territory, as Sachiko demonstrates.
It’s also the most popular spot for sleeping, whether alone…
(Yes, that is Sachiko. She has grown considerably, but this shot wasn’t taken from the most slimming of angles.)
…or in company.
Watanuki likes the bed, too. In addition to lurking and sleeping, it’s a perfect platform for…uh…
Dancing. Yeah, dancing. Let’s go with that.
Lefty paid his first visit to our regular vet earlier this week. He’s now up to date on his vaccinations, and aside from one issue, has a clean bill of health.
Somehow he did a number on one of his hind feet, possibly snagging his toenail in something, and tore the foot slightly. It doesn’t seem too serious, but he’s taking a course of antibiotics, and we’ll need to keep an eye on him. Of course, we would anyway, but we might not have tried to figure out how to look at his feet. Still working on that…
Anyway, in honor of his good behavior, enjoy this brief video of him hanging out, looking very cool and elegant.
I’m particularly enamored of the tail curled gracefully around his toes. Gotta keep them warm, after all. Interestingly, unlike so many of the cats in the neighborhood, he doesn’t cock his hind legs outward when he sits in the bowling pin pose.
Makes you want to poke his turbo button, doesn’t it?