Emergence

Yuki spends nights in the master bathroom. He’s got his own sleeping cave and, from bedtime to wake up time, a private litter box and food bowls.

Even though it’s a daily occurrence, somehow it’s still an event when he appears at the front of his cave.

The tail in the foreground is Sachiko’s. She poked her nose in to see what Big Brudder Yukles was up to, and upon discovering he was heading out to start the day, she literally turned tail.

Not that Yuki cares. As long as nobody tries to join him in the cave, he’s content.

Feline Polyamory

Emeraldas’ relationship with Yuki and Lefty is complicated.

I know I’ve said it before, but it bears repeating. To be honest, we’re not sure if she realizes that they’re two separate cats.

It’s an easy mistake to make, I suppose. They are similarly sized and colored. One is floofy and the other isn’t, but maybe Her Majesty isn’t particularly texture-oriented. Whatever the explanation, she does sometimes seem confused when her boys are hanging out together.

But in the normal course of affairs, she’s happy to accept grooming from Yuki.

(I love that paw across the back of her neck. So sweet!)

And she’s just as pleased to be groomed by Lefty.

Not all is sunshine and rainbows, though. Disagreements do arise.

I can neither confirm nor refute rumors that Lefty tasted Yuki’s saliva on Emeraldas’ forehead. But he definitely got a tongue-full of something he didn’t care for–and this is the guy who’ll eat almost anything except feta cheese.

Destiny

I have, it seems, found my true calling.

Not librarianship. Not QA. Not even writing.

My true calling in life is to serve as a pillow for floofy cats.

Not a position to which I had ever aspired. Certainly not a well-paying career–at least not in coin of the realm–or one rich in the respect of one’s peers.

But one which serves as its own reward.

I, like Yuki, am content.

An Unpaid Advertisement

Ooki Brothers Security wishes to make it clear that they are serious

and sober

Fine, upstanding servants of the public good–or whoever’s paying them in gooshy fud–at all times.

Don’t believe a word of it. Off duty, they’re quite happy to indulge in a catnip binge, groom themselves or each other in public, or just generally act like the goofballs they really are.

But don’t take my word for it. Photographic evidence exists.

And will haunt them forever.

If Three Is a Crowd…

While Kokoro, Sachiko, and Emeraldas are occasionally found chilling on the bed, most often it’s the boys’ hangout.

(Left to right: Watanuki, Lefty, Yuki)

Every so often, though, there’s an interloper.

The nameless stuffed black cat usually serves as Maggie’s back rest, but sometimes sprawls at the foot of the bed.

The boys don’t seem to mind. Maybe because the stuffed cat fits with their color scheme?

Kitteh Parteh Time!

We have multiple kitteh partehs each evening. Kokoro gets a private party, because her treats contain her meds. The Flying Monkeys have their party, the downstairs gang gets two–partly for historical reasons, partly to help ensure that Emeraldas gets her fair share–and, of course, Yuki gets a parteh before we close him into his room for the night.

Yuki’s parteh is actually the first of the evening, and it’s the only one that’s open invitation. Whoever shows up gets treats. And, naturally, his brother-in-all-but-genetics is always there. In fact, Watanuki often shows up before Yuki does.

But it’s still Yuki’s parteh, and Mr. Floof gets the first treat.

And, yes, we do use tongs to distribute the treats. Only at Yuki’s parteh. Because while the Ooki brothers are generally safe enough to hand-feed, something about being next to each other like this brings out their darker sides (no pun intended).

You do not want to get your fingers too close to the fearsome, chawmpin’ jaws of the Floofigator.

Nor do you want to risk digital integrity when Thugzilla shows up.

I mean, seriously. Right-click those photos and “open in new tab” to see them full size. Take a close look at the toothmarks in the tongs. Picture them on your hands.

We’re considering adding puncture-proof gloves to our Yuki Parteh outfits.

Triad

Yuki, Emeraldas, and Lefty have an interesting relationship.

Or, I suppose, set of relationships.

As best we can tell, Em is madly in love with Yuki, taking every opportunity to snuggle up, groom him and be groomed by him. Yuki seems to enjoy the attention–except when she gets too vigorous and knocks him over (he’s not very stable on his feet)–but doesn’t go out of his way to spend time with her.

Her Majesty also spends much of her time with Lefty. There’s far less grooming, mutual or otherwise, but significant amounts of quiet chilling, especially in the late evening when they share my chair in the dining room.

As for the boys, they’ll snuggle up and indulge in a bit of mutual grooming, but there’s a definite air of making do, especially as they only occasionally do it when Emeraldas is around.

So a scene like this one is rare.

No question, Em is the hinge pin in the scissor of their triad.

Or maybe that’s the wrong metaphor. Never mind, it’s late and so is the post. I’ll go with it.

And close with a shot of Yuki, showing just how he feels about her grooming efforts.

Quick Updates (Feline Edition)

Naturally, as soon as I spoke about the tenacious nature of Emeraldas’ tangle, it came out. The matted fur has been safely and appropriately disposed of, and we once again have a sleek and elegant meezer roaming the house.

And we’re just fine with that.

Lefty, meanwhile, has begun to display an unexpected lazy side.

Normally he’s quite willing to jump over the baby gate that keeps Yuki in the bedroom. Every so often, though, we find him perched on the condos, wistfully waiting for someone to open the gate and let him in.

And to brush the dust bunnies off his nose and forehead.

Speaking of Yuki, not only has his wild whisker been flourishing, but it’s produced a clone.

Two wild whiskers from–as far as we can see–a single root.