I Am Not a Number

I am a free cat!

For local values of “free”, anyway.

Because Yuki’s legs aren’t really up to handling stairs, we keep a baby gate across the door to the master bedroom. It keeps him safe, but still allows the other cats to visit him (and us).

It’s not an insurmountable barrier to the other, free-roaming, cats. Lefty and Emeraldas jump over it in either direction at will. ‘Nuki uses the condos outside the room as a launching point when he comes in, but leaves from ground level. Even Kokoro, whose own legs are getting wobbly, jumps to the top of the gate, then jumps down.

Sachiko, though…She’s quite capable of jumping the gate, either using ‘Nuki’s condo technique or from the floor. But she’d rather not. Far better, from her perspective, to get a biped to do the work. So she’ll sit down right in front of the gate and stare through it until a hoomin comes to her rescue and opens it.

It might take hours, but Princess Pointy Bits isn’t bothered by that. If she really needs to go downstairs for anything, she could manage. But expend energy? Nah.

Gravity’s Little Helper

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]

 

Srs Kitteh Is Srs

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.

A Rare Moment

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.

Thanksgiving Chillin’

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.

You Asked For It

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.

Seriously.

Ahem.

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.

Local Reaction

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.”

A Day Late and a Fuzzy, Short

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.