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.
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)
Black cats are notoriously hard to photograph*. So who else could I use as the subject of my first experiment with the Pixel 6 Pro’s camera?
* Beth, your royalty check is in the mail.
I guess I could have gone with Lefty, but he’s an easier target. Just for starters, he usually hangs out in well-lit spaces. And his sleek fur doesn’t tend to introduce artifacts.
So it had to be Yuki.
Just hanging out in his favorite cave late one night.
His floof all a-bristle as he waits for me to get out of his face so he can go to sleep.
I love his white, curvy wild whisker.
And the camera did quite well, I’d say. These shots were taken without flash and I didn’t compose the shots or allow time for the autofocus to do its job. Just point, select the zoom level (1x, 2x, and 4x), and shoot.
Obviously, more testing is necessary, but I’m encouraged.
Every writer knows that you don’t always get to tell the story you planned. Stuff happens. And the story takes control and heads off in its own direction.
This was going to be a story about Yuki.
That elegant plume of a tail, that imperial demeanor, those curiously marbled toe beans.
And then I looked behind him.
‘Nuki does have a way of taking over every story. Something about the way he muscles in, plops himself down, and starts tapping your arm with his murder mitts.
And he glares.
Even when he’s relaxed.
Writing poetry? Serious glare.
The title is Maggie’s, the photography is Maggie’s, but the risk to life and limb is everyone in the house who walks on two legs.
(A note to Microsoft Word: No, that is not a jar of peanut butter on Mr. Knuckle’s head. Object recognition is still not one of Word’s strongest suits.)
A late post?
Knuckles Malloy does not approve.
A late post starring me?
Knuckles Mallory really does not approve.
I will cut you.
Not a lot to say today beyond the rather evident fact that Watanuki can be very protective of his toys.
He is forgetful, however. A few minutes later, he wandered off to swipe some food from Lefty’s bowl and abandoned the catnip ball.
* A note for those of you who make a habit of looking at image Alt text: I usually change Word’s guess at image content to something that borders on accurate–or delete it altogether. Today’s, however, was so wildly off that I just had to leave it alone.
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.
Despite appearances, Lefty and Watanuki are not slowly merging into one giant megacat.
Nor is this a common pose for them. They were asleep when I came into the room, and I suspect there was some separation between them when they conked out.
After all, cats are prone to Somnolent Oozing.
I finally got a picture of Emeraldas enjoying the morning sun from the back of the futon.
Okay, so it’s not the greatest picture ever. Even the iPhone 12’s much-hyped camera can only do so much with a backlit subject.
But given her aversion to being photographed, I’ll take it.
She has been interacting more with the rest of the gang, and we’ve actually discovered something she dislikes even more than having her picture taken.
Like many of us, she does not like having her butt sniffed.
Watanuki took her slap to the side of his head surprisingly well–I think he realized a reprimand was in order for violating her royal dignity.