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An Uncommon Trio
I know I just said, or at least strongly implied, that I wasn’t going to post pictures of cats on the bed. But this one is unusual enough to be an exception.
Most often, if there are three cats on the bed at the same time, it’s either Watanuki, Yuki, and Lefty (The Big Bruiser Boys Brigade)–in which case they’re all on separate corners–or it’s Yuki, Lefty, and Emeraldas snuggled up together.
Behold the variance.
I interrupted some serial grooming here: ‘Nuki was washing Yuki’s neck, while Yuki was cleaning Em’s ears. Important work, no question, so it’s not surprising that Em stalked off shortly after the picture was taken, muttering darkly about impertinent bipeds who can’t mind their own business.
Of course, she did come back about half an hour later–after ‘Nuki had migrated to the foot of the bed–and began grooming Yuki herself. But her point had been made.
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Was It Something I Said?
I’m not sure how they wound up like this. Less than half an hour earlier, all four cats were snuggled together–the weather has definitely turned colder, and feline snuggling levels have gone way, way up.
Did Em get stroppy? Maybe, though I didn’t hear any feline politics.
It’s probably not a “she who smelt it, dealt it” situation: none of the cats seems particularly bothered when someone emits an unpleasant odor.
It can’t have been a male bonding ritual, because nobody had a drum.
Just one of those “you’re a hoomin, you wouldn’t understand” things, I suppose.
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Inevitably
As so many cats before her have done, Emeraldas has discovered just how great Yuki is as a pillow.
Yuki, of course, is resigned to his role. In truth, he often seems pleased to have somebody snoring into his tummy fur.
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Just Another Family Evening
In which Emeraldas takes a break from grooming herself…
…to groom her floofy paramour…
…much to his surprise (and trepidation).
Meanwhile, Watanuki can’t resist…
…the chance to photobomb.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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?
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