As Casper reminded us yesterday, some things don’t need words.
As Casper reminded us yesterday, some things don’t need words.
It seems Rhubarb has found his calling in life. We’ve often seen him serving as Yuki’s pillow, but now he’s expanded his clientele.
Many are called, few can serve.
It should be noted, however, that Yuki is not at all happy about losing his exclusive snoozing privilege.
Yes, I know yesterday’s post was a bit dark. For the record, no I’m not particularly depressed. No need to alert Facebook’s algorithms.
And, speaking of records, the Mariners did set that record–15 games at the beginning of the season with at least one home run–they did win yesterday in a very thrilling come-from-behind fashion, and they now return home bearing the best record in baseball and a four game division lead over the Astros. Who are, coincidentally, the team they’ll be playing for the next three days and who, historically speaking, the Mariners have always had trouble beating. As I said before, it can’t last. But it’s a great ride while it does.
Anyway, how about something cheerful as an antidote to yesterday’s doom and gloom?
Hang on, let me enhance that a little. Or at least brighten it up a bit.
Why, look! It’s Lefty, out of the room he shares with Rufus!
Yes, we’ve begun giving him opportunities to explore the upstairs hall. He’s been very cautious about it, not spending much time off his familiar turf, and certainly not letting us close (hence the low resolution of the pictures–they were cropped out of shots taken from halfway across the house).
But he’s taking steps in the right direction. Not only is he broadening his horizons, but he’s also had a couple of opportunities to exchange less-than-flattering personal observations with ‘Nuki.
Now that is a rite of passage!
Finally, lest you think I’ve merely exchanged dark words for dark pictures, here’s something bright and cheerful.
It’s not often we see these three hanging out together. Enjoy.
‘Nuki has a tough life. It’s his own fault, though.
He spends all his time working on his rep. “Mr. Murder Mittens.” “Knuckles Malloy, Notorious Mobster Feline.” Those are names with capital-P Power. Oompj. Even “Mr. Thugbutt,” for all its superficial silliness, has a touch of that menacing edge.
It’s exhausting to keep it up, all day, every day.
You gotta give the guy props, though. He’s in there doing the work and reaping the rewards.
Okay, okay. He slips occasionally.
But notice that right front paw. Even at his inadvertent cutest, ‘Nuki still stays on message. There may only be one claw exposed, but it’s a darn sharp one.
Then there’s his little sister, Sachiko.
She’s got a rep of her own, and she’s far less prone to slip than Big Brudder Nookles. And that’s a Really Good Thing, because she’s the current holder of the “Ms. Otter Girl” title. Has been for more than four years now.
That’s “otter” as in “always going where she otter not be.”
Case in point.
She’s also been known to climb over the fence you see behind her. It would be beneath her dignity to simply go down a couple of steps and come back on the other side of the fence. Such sedentary behavior might be appropriate for old fogies like her siblings, but not for a young lady with athletic inclinations.
She wishes it known that, should she decide to go to Stanford, she will earn her scholarship. No need to bribe her way onto the rock climbing team.
Five years and eleven months ago, I wrote about how, two years before, we had become a five cat household, blowing right through all sensible limits regarding proper human to feline ratios.
Yuki and Watanuki, I said then, had been hanging out together at the shelter, and it seemed far too great a sin to break up such a promising friendship. Now, here we are, more than eight years after the Ookis graced us with their presence in our lives, and they’re still great friends.
To the extent that ‘Nuki has friends, anyway. But leave his thuggery for another day.
They can often, as you see here, be found hanging out on the bed together.
They share common interests. Home security (“Ooki Brothers’ Security is on the case!”). Treats. Drooling.
Mutual grooming is far from unheard of.
And they have similar reactions to being photographed. “You get one shot. After that, I’m going to shift to a less photogenic pose.”
So it was an exciting day when I not only got the shot of the two of them sharing out the pillows, but even persuaded them to hold still long enough to get individual images.
Mr. Floof isn’t actually gazing into your soul. I don’t think so, anyway. More likely, he’s assessing the odds that you’ve got a cat treat in your pocket.
Mr. Knuckles, on the other paw, is definitely sizing up your soul and finding it lacking. He’s not using his eyes, though. Those whiskers of his are multipurpose implements whose utility goes far beyond mundane navigation. They weigh souls, field dress prey, and tune in FM radio.
By my count, we’ve had three straight weeks of the Fabulous Formerly Feral Felines, so it’s time to give some attention to the rest of the gang again.
Unfortunately, feline cuteness and/or silliness have been in short supply lately. Or maybe I’ve just been oblivious to it. Either way, my supply of photos is a little light at the moment.
I do have this charming shot of Watanuki.
Note the corner of the blanket neatly folded across his abdomen. He’s always been a burrower, and we take great care in checking any lumps in the blankets when we come into the bedroom.
Lately, he hasn’t been digging deep under the covers–perhaps a sign of warmer weather approaching. Instead, we find scenes like the one above, or on days when the temperature drops again, something more like:
Devoted students of the toe bean are welcome to requests higher resolution images.
Yes, that is a bit of his leg visible toward the left of the picture, but it didn’t stay in sight long. Shortly after I took the shot, ‘Nuki twitched the covers down over his leg.
We still don’t know what the purpose of the exposed paw was. It might have been a form of temperature regulation or, since this is ‘Nuki–who’s forever leaving body parts lying around–it could just as easily have been an oversight or an artistic statement.
Watanuki’s love affair with Maggie’s new blanket–or rather, plural blankets–continues.
I don’t know if the colder weather we’ve been getting lately, with overnight lows in the lower forties, or just a desire for snuggles when there are no humans around.
Certainly, he has been snugglier than usual lately, which is suggestive, but not conclusive.
Regardless of the reason, it’s quite common these days to walk into the bedroom and find a thuggish head poking out from under the blankets.
Oddly, he seems to be the only feline* so enthralled.
* Maggie is nearly as fond of the blankets as ‘Nuki. Nearly.
Rhubarb spends nearly as much time on the bed, but he’s quite content to stick with my familiar slightly fuzzy red blanket.
Maybe he likes the way it feels. Maybe he thinks it complements his own fur. Or maybe he’s just a creature of habit. Like me.
Floof is everywhere.
For starters, here’s a picture of Yuki I missed last week.
Maggie calls it “Swirl of Floof.” It’s convincing evidence in support of the theory that cats are liquid and will take on the shape of whatever container they put themselves in. In this case, it’s the condo we refer to as “The Hammock,” a favored hangout for Yuki, as well as Sachiko and Watanuki.
And, speaking of Mr. ‘Nuki, here you see him field testing Maggie’s new blanket. Yes, the purple and blue one.
She got it because it’s warm and snuggly–floofy, even–but ‘Nuki is a suspicious sort and he takes his role as head of household security seriously. He’s not going to approve it for use without extremely careful testing.
So far, he’s been testing it around the clock for ten days.
He won’t commit to a schedule to wrap up the testing. Though it should be noted that the actual testing process requires quite a bit of wrapping up.
Maggie may yet get to use it without Mr. Knuckles’ supervision, but at the rate he’s going, that may not be until June.
A few quick updates on the gang.
Kokoro will take any opportunity to sprawl on my lap, even if it means sharing with Rhubarb. Since the weather turned colder and wetter, she’s been even more enthusiastic. The weird thing, though, is that the colder the weather, the more she melts.
‘Nuki needs his toenails clipped and he’s got no qualms about using that fact when he demands attention. He hasn’t quite figured out that his threats would have more gravitas if they didn’t include those cute pink toebeans.
Lefty continues to be cautious about bipeds. He spends most of the time in his condo, and if we catch him outside, usually retreats immediately.
However, he’s realized that once we turn off the light, we rarely come back into the room. So he’s often at the food bowl before we even finish closing the door. His fastest time from light off to nose-in-bowl is three seconds, although the average is closer to six.
When humans aren’t involved, Lefty seems to be a rather mellow fellow. At this point, he’s met most of the others, at least briefly, and Rufus spends every night and most of the days with him. And so far, all the encounters have been peaceful. No threats issued from between the bars in either direction.
But Lefty takes relaxation almost to Rufusian levels. Most cats I know would be uncomfortable in this situation. Not Lefty. He glanced out of the condo when Rufus climbed on top of the cage, then went back to sleep.
Two formerly feral fellows sharing a peaceful moment. What could be better?
(Lefty does love that poor catnip lemon, by the way. He’s all but disemboweled it and keeps it close to the condo at all times. But oddly, the pumpkin doesn’t get much love. He’ll play with it occasionally, but he always comes back to the lemon.)
The fuzzies have a new lair. To nobody’s surprise, Watanuki tried it out as soon as it was unpacked.
He must have found it satisfactory because he didn’t waste any time getting back inside when we put it in its permanent location.
No, he didn’t ride upstairs in it, but I think he might have tried if we hadn’t waited until he was distracted by food.
‘Nuki’s infatuation with it lasted all of a day and half before he went back to sleeping on the bed.
Which just gave others a chance to try it out.
Yes, the TV Cave has the Rufus Seal of Approval.