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.
And no, I’m not talking George R.R. Martin.
We are seeing the first signs of winter’s approach. Specifically, cats hogging the heat registers.
Rhubarb’s been doing it for years. He’s got the technique down: block the entire vent so no heat escapes his fur.
Since the overnight temperatures dropped to a glacial 55 degrees or so, he’s been at one vent or another most mornings. Never mind that it’s a good ten degrees warmer inside. Everyone knows it’s the psychological effect of the cold outdoors that does it.
Sachiko doesn’t quite have the details sorted.
Maybe it’s because she’s younger and hasn’t worked out all of the ramifications.
Or perhaps she just doesn’t feel the cold in her bones as much as her older brother.
But regardless, she knows her extremities get colder than her torso, and she’s figured out what to do to avoid a frostbitten tail.
Anyone want some nicely toasted caudal vertebrae? Just the thing for breakfast on a pre-winter morning. Sachiko thinks so. Or maybe she’s just grooming. I don’t think her tail is any shorter today than yesterday.
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.
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.
Hard to believe Sachiko is four years old (more or less–we don’t really know when she was born).
But she can be quite the elegant lady when she wants to.
Such a serious, sober expression she has, don’t you think?
It’s all a sham, though.
Just wait a few seconds and she’ll revert to the behavior that led us to nickname her “Her Batshit Majesty, Princess Pointy-Bits”.
Isn’t it nice to know some people never change?