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.
Rufus has a new nickname.
Meet Mr. Bleppington.
Contrary to what you might have thought after watching last week’s video, Lefty and Rufus actually get along well most of the time.
Even dinnertime is generally peaceful, now that they’ve arrived at a regular routine. Granted, the routine is “Rufus chows down on Lefty’s gooshy food,” but as long as they’re okay with it, we’re not going to interfere.
Oddly, Rufus seems to prefer Lefty’s gooshy to his own, but much as he loves his own krunchiez, he rarely touches Lefty’s. To be perfectly clear, they both get the same dry food, and the only difference between the wet food bowls is a little added water in Rufus’.
But I digress.
Despite the occasional spat, they hang out together and watch out for each other. Rufus guards Lefty when the horrible cat-eating monster (i.e. the vacuum cleaner) visits. In return, Lefty keeps an eye out when they’re sleeping.
Take a closer look at Lefty’s face:
Have you ever seen a better example of “Mess with my buddy and I’ll mess you up”?
Who’s that curled up all cozy on the mushroom?
Why it’s Lefty!
Care to share a few words with your fans, Lefty?
Clearly, he’s got nothing printable to say…
Seriously, though, this is a major step forward. Sure, he was uneasy, not to mention annoyed at being awakened. But nevertheless, he stayed put long enough for me to stick my phone through the barely opened door and take several pictures.
All part of the evolution of his attitude. He still hides under the futon when we come into the room, but he stays much closer to the edge, and he’ll actually come out into the room to get treats.
He’s quite the elegant fellow–though he’s still not happy about being watched–and he’s still keeping a safe distance, even when treats are involved. But his definition of a “safe distance” is getting smaller and smaller.
Hail the Formerly Feral Feline, who’s becoming increasingly “formerly” every day!
Just a brief post today, for reasons.
But I had promised to try and post video of Lefty and Rufus indulging in mutual grooming. And I do keep my promises.
One has to admire Rufus’ patience with his companion.
The Fellows are a bit distant, I’m afraid. No zoom on the camera. So, to make up for that, here’s a snippet of them sharing the mushroom condo, at the other end of the camera’s range.
For some value of “sharing” anyway.
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.
As I’ve noted from time to time, Rhubarb is the perennial undercat around here. Nearly everyone bullies him; the lone exception is Sachiko, who’s treated him with a sort of wary respect ever since she was a kitten. (Which is not to say that there’s no strife between them. Sometimes she just can’t resist a casual claw swipe in his direction. But that’s Sachiko being Sachiko.)
Of late, Rhubarb has been trying to assert himself more. It doesn’t work very well, but it’s nice to see him trying. He just hasn’t figured out that he needs to sustain his effort. One hiss or paw slap to the forehead gets attention, but not the kind of respect he’s looking for.
It’ll come to him eventually, I suspect.
And until then, he’ll be our contemplative smoked-salmon-and-cream-cheese fellow.
Mind lost in rapturous thought, butt firmly planted on the bed.
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.
It’s important for me to remember that all the fuzzies need attention. I can’t allow myself to get caught up in over-posting the latest arrivals. Though anyone who’s followed the blog for a while knows I’m not always good at following that rule. Sachiko got a disproportionate amount of attention until Rufus came along, and he got more than his fair share until Lefty arrived.
In an attempt, however fleeting it might be, to redress the balance, I’ve chosen to devote today’s post to Yuki. And the fact that he tried to climb into my lap and demand pettings yesterday had absolutely nothing to do with it.
Without further ado, please enjoy this installment of Floof Face Friday.
Call this face “Inquistive”. Also known as “What the heck are they doing now?”
It’s not uncommon for “Inquisitive” to be followed by “Regal”. Yuki is above such mundane matters as humans wielding cameras. Ignore the blob of goo in the corner of his right eye. Yuki is also above such mundanities as grooming himself for his closeup.
“Reproachful Irritation” is the face he presents when his grooming is interrupted.
And “Sleepy Ire” is what Yuki displays when awakened from slumber by the camera’s infrared focusing light.
Then, of course, we have “How Can You Resist Those Big Yellow Eyes?” which is also known as “I Can Haz Pettins Nao?”
And finally, there’s this one. It’s either “There’s a Bug On the Ceiling” or “Chin Skritch Time”. Yuki’s facial enunciation isn’t always perfectly clear.
If recent posts have given you the impression that Watanuki is being more of an asshole than usual, you’ve gotten the right message.
Unfortunately, Rufus has been the main recipient of Mr. Knuckles’s counter-social behavior. As a result, he’s been spending time in Maggie’s office.
See, that’s Kaja’s territory.
She rules the room with an iron paw and steel claws, only barely hidden beneath the velvet fur. More importantly, ‘Nuki isn’t allowed in there.
There’s been some hissing and some aggrieved looks, but by and large, it’s been peaceful.
Not all catnip and sunlight, but relatively peaceful. From Rufus’ perspective, it’s much quieter than the rest of the house.
As a fringe benefit, Rufus has also been establishing better relations with Kokoro, who’s been spending time in Maggie’s office for much longer than he has.
They’re not best buddies, but they’re coexisting nicely.