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.
We don’t get a whole lot of Emeraldas/Sachiko mother/daughter bonding moments. To be brutally honest, there’s often hissing when they meet.
Which isn’t really surprising. They’re both dominant types with strong personalities, so a bit of pecking order negotiation is the expected norm.
But every so often…
We get a peaceful encounter.
In this particular case, Sachiko had been sleeping when Em leapt up on the condo. A bit of mutual staring occurred–I suspect it was the feline equivalent of “Make sure you wash behind your ears” / “Mom!”–and then they both got distracted by a passing moth and took off in pursuit.
It’s nice to see them sharing a passion for sports.
It was, if not the quietest possible Thanksgiving, far quieter than it could have been.
We all did as little as possible.
Including Her Batshit Majesty, Princess Pointy Bits.
She’s laid claim to the entire condo complex on the landing outside the bedroom. From time to time–intervals measured in weeks or even months–her preferred perch shifts from one structure to another. Lately, it’s been this round condo: well placed to observe everything going on in the front hall, the bedroom, and the upstairs hall.
It wouldn’t do for the junior ruler of the universe to be uniformed about the actions of her subjects, after all.
Yeah, ain’t got none.
Rather than skipping the post entirely, have a special Thanksgiving treat:
Three spiral unsliced hams.
(In order, top to bottom: Lefty, Watanuki, Sachiko)
Another late post? Yup.
Great art takes time.
And so does what I produce around here, especially when cats are involved. All jokes about cat herding aside, it’s tough to get them to actually pose.
That said, please note that you have been warned: sensitive viewers may want to skip this post.
You wanted Sachiko’s bad side?
You got it.
Just imagine this as the first thing you see when the furry alarm clock awakens you thirty minutes before the other alarm clock is set to come on.
Sachiko’s reaction to last week’s post.
“Alright, dat’s ‘nough about Big Brudder Nookles. Is my turn now.”
“Attention hoomins! I is Her Batshit Majesty, Princess Pointy Bits. Bow in fronna me an’ worship.”
“Gives me pettings an’ treats, an’ I lets you call me Skittercritter.”
Apologies for the belated post. Life continues chaotically here. With a little luck, we can get back on our regular schedule next week.
In the meantime, however, please enjoy this picture from my archives. Why this one? Mostly because it enabled the post title, and I couldn’t resist.
Sachiko at approximately five months, discovering the joys of her very own catnip toys.
Sachiko has laid claim to the condo just outside the bedroom and can often be found snoozing on one of the upper platforms. It’s a convenient height for drive-by pattings, after all.
And if it allows her to show off her luxuriant whiskers and darling toe beans, so much the better.
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.
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.