Those don’t look like Rufus’ toes…
It appears that somebody has staged an invasion. But who would be so dastardly?
Who but Mr. Thugbutt would be so evil as to take over Rufus’ mushroom? Nobody, of course.
To be fair, it’s not really Rufus‘ mushroom. After all, the mushroom not only predates his arrival in the household, it’s been here longer than Sachiko.
But since it’s in the room Rufus considers his, the mushroom must also be his. (Which means Rufus also owns a computer, a printer, and several thousand books. None of which he’s ever shown any interest in, fortunately.)
No, of course Rufus didn’t fight for the mushroom. He’s a Mellow Fellow, and a pacifist of almost Gandhian proportions.
He knows ‘Nuki will vacate the ‘shroom eventually. And until then?
What cat can resist a sun-warmed spot on a comfortable cushion in front of the window? Certainly not Rufus.
Surprisingly, our feline crew have orderly minds.
Granted, cats generally have a strong preference for tradition and regular routines, but ours even carry it over into their sleeping arrangements.
Right triangles are popular.
Though equilateral triangles are almost as common.
And the straight line is evergreen.
(The line is straighter than it appears in this photo. Kokoro and Rhubarb were lying on my legs, preventing me from aligning the camera properly.)
Having said all that, I should clarify that such geometric specificity applies only at the interfeline level. Individual cats are always free to be as goofy as they wish in their pursuit of teh kyoot.
And they do. Take a closer look at Watanuki in that last photo:
Note the paw over the nose, the brilliantly pink toe beans, and, most important of all, the tail carefully curled around the end of the rear leg.
“Cats are rather delicate creatures and they are subject to a good many ailments, but I never heard of one who suffered from insomnia.” ― Joseph Wood Krutch
Proper sleep habits are, of course, of vital importance in the feline world. Mind you, the rules of proper sleep can be summarized as “There’s no such thing as too much sleep” without losing any important details.
Kokoro is the most dedicated sleeper in the house. Perhaps it’s natural inclination, or maybe just that, being the oldest, she’s had more time to develop her sleep skills. Certainly, a proper nose-tuck takes both natural talent and dedicated practice.
‘Nuki, on the other paw, is rather careless about how he sleeps. He frequently leaves body parts dangling.
Much, it should be noted, to Rufus’ complete lack of interest. “Not my problem if he wakes up with his tail all pins and needles.”
But the results can be entertaining to other onlookers.
In this household, though, uninterrupted sleep is a rare luxury. And ‘Nuki, bless his thuggish little heart, is often the cause of others’ rude awakenings.
Fashions in feline hangouts come and go, just as with any other sort of fad. But some places are evergreen.
Everyone finds the bed convenient lurking territory, as Sachiko demonstrates.
It’s also the most popular spot for sleeping, whether alone…
(Yes, that is Sachiko. She has grown considerably, but this shot wasn’t taken from the most slimming of angles.)
…or in company.
Watanuki likes the bed, too. In addition to lurking and sleeping, it’s a perfect platform for…uh…
Dancing. Yeah, dancing. Let’s go with that.
A grab bag of felines today–though I don’t recommend putting cats in a bag. Especially not multiple cats.
Lefty continues to heal.
As you can see, the fur is starting to grow back on his forehead, and his nose no longer looks scabby and raw. And this picture is several days old; he’s looking even better now.
He’s still spending most of his time in his Fortress of Solitude and refusing to interact with us, but he’s moving around well, eating enthusiastically, and keeping himself groomed. In fact, he’s turning into quite the dapper gentleman.
Then there’s Watanuki, who seems determined to prove that even the most thuggish fellows have their charming moments.
Normally, he’s extremely dignified, but occasionally he forgets himself and winds up showing off his cute side.
Speaking of which…
Patience may not be a kitten any more, but she continues to embody the very spirit and soul of cute.
We took a close look at Tuxie’s toe beans last week, and now I’m in a bean mood.
So let’s move from a faux tuxedo to the real thing.
Watanuki has the two-tone tuxedo fur, and he’s got two-tone toe beans to match.
And it’s not just pink toe tips and black palms. Take a closer look at that back foot.
Half and half!
Not as tasty as the dairy product, but a heck of a lot cuter.
It’s been a busy week in the feline world, so we’ll hit the highlights in a Very Special Edition of Short Attention Span Theater.
For those among us who love toe beans, there are fewer cuter than ‘Nuki’s. They’re amazingly soft and delicate looking; quite the contrast to his thuggish personality.
Kokoro and Sachiko are far from the closest of friends, but when the weather turns unexpectedly cold, they manage to share a heat vent in relative tranquility. Note that Sachiko is kind enough to place a paw on the dome to ensure it doesn’t slip out of place. Kokoro, as is her wont, returns the favor by not alerting her junior to the fact that it’s warmer in front of the dome than behind it.
Rufus has been in one of his exploratory moods this week. And he’s slowly getting more comfortable being around the other cats. Except ‘Nuki, of course. The Two Roos spent an hour or so hanging out on the stairs together–a definite first.
And there’s action outside as well. Only a meezer would choose to sleep on a piece of old school, hard plastic Astroturf. Maybe MM was guarding the water bowl. Maybe she just didn’t want to get dirt on her fur. Regardless, it’s more proof–not that any was needed–that meezers are weird.
Lately we’ve been experiencing double-decker cats.
Which is not to say Rufus and ‘Nuki are getting along. There’s still a lot of wariness and the occasional verbal disagreement. Not much in the way of actual combat, however, much to our relief.
My apologies for the lousy picture. Let me move in closer and see if I can get a better–
Thanks a lot, Buddy.
Anyway, we tend to think of cats as being creatures of habit. We expect them to stake out some turf, and return to it over and over again.
Oddly, that’s not the case with these sleeping tubes. Twenty-four hours later, I got this shot.
Rufus upstairs, Watanuki down below. Not that you can see much more of the latter than those glowing, yellow eyes. Let me–
Oh, come on, Rufus!
You know what? Screw it.
Sachiko’s quite the cutey, isn’t she?
A double win today.
I love posting pictures of sleeping cats and I love posting pictures of Watanuki when he’s not being an asshole.
Sleeping, non-assholic ‘Nuki.
Just don’t touch the paw.
Dinner time can be a bit of a mad scramble.
Rufus and Kaja eat separately, so there are only five cats competing for six bowls on the landing. Even so, shortly before I took this picture, Rhubarb got shoved away from the bowl between the Tuxedo Beasts.