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.
Don’t believe anyone who tells you cats are graceful, elegant creatures.
They trip over their own feet.
They trip over each other.
They sprawl on the floor and melt into puddles of fur.
And, of course, they groom themselves.
At least Mr. Nookles was courteous enough to place that paw where he did. There are children present!
Well, okay, she’s not a child any more and she’s been guilty of the same infraction against public decency, but still…
The cats got their Christmas present a couple of days early.
As one would expect, reactions are mixed. Nor, for that matter, has everyone expressed an opinion. But early returns are encouraging.
Yuki is neutral. He knows it’s there, but hasn’t shown much interest.
Watanuki, on the other forepaw, is enthusiastic.
Lefty is interested. Cautiously interested.
Especially cautious with Mr. Knuckles watching him. Lefty needs a certain amount of reassurance that he’s allowed to use it.
However, there’s no question about who’s most enthralled by the new playground. That’s Sachiko, paws–and all other body parts–down.
Well, okay, toe beans up, even if the other parts are down. But it’s hard to beat a twenty-beans-up rating.
Some people will tell you that cats are graceful, elegant creatures.
Some people have never met Watanuki.
There is substantial overlap between these groups of people.
On one paw, we’ve got MM.
She’s getting more comfortable around bipeds. She’ll take a treat from Maggie’s fingers–as long as nothing but her fingertips come into the cage. She allows me to put her food bowls in the cage without retreating into her Condo of Safety–as long as I don’t make any sudden motions.
And she’s mostly okay with us admiring her and taking pictures, even with the cage door open. Granted the shot above was taken with a bit of zoom, but I was right outside the open door, and her glare has more to do with my interruption of a grooming session than my proximity.
And then there’s Watanuki.
A charming pose–though it’s probably a trap intended to lure an unwary bystander into rubbing his tummy so ‘Nuki can savage their hand.
But those cute little vampire fangs are just too adorable not to memorialize.