Something simple as I ease back into posting, hopefully more regularly.
Emeraldas with two of her purrimores*.
* Lexicographic coinage courtesy of Maggie.
My favorite bit is Watanuki’s right front paw there in front of Em. Despite appearances, she did not tear it off him, just casually plunked herself down on his leg. By the time I got the camera, she had started to ooze off. But the bright white paw really sets off her muzzle.
Emeraldas is still dubious about bipeds, though she is slowly warming up to the notion that she can get pettings on the bed.
But when it comes to other cats, she’s much friendlier. She still regards Sachiko with a bit of suspicion, true. Watanuki, on the other paw…
He’s not generally into cuddling with other cats–he’ll groom Yuki occasionally–but mostly he snuggles bipeds.
But with no hoomins or all-black cats around, apparently they’re both willing to compromise.
Those of you who are fans of Japanese animation–or have gotten too close to a fan–are, no doubt, familiar with the catbus:
Allow me to introduce you to a somewhat–actually, significantly–more sedate form of transportation: the cattrain.
This is what happens when the lead engine gets hooked up the wrong way around: no one goes anywhere.
The other day, I peeked into the library, aka “Kokoro’s Room”, to see how she was doing.
As is often the case, she was snoozing in her heated nest. I wanted a picture.
Taking a photo with a cellphone through a door that’s only slightly ajar is tough. I tried again.
Well…
I didn’t want to open the door further. That usually wakes her up, and I didn’t want to disturb her sleep.
Fortunately, we have tools we can use in these situations. A few minutes shoving things around in GIMP, and voilà!
Meezers look much better as (nearly) complete entities, rather than a collection of parts.
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.
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.
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.
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?
The comings and goings of the hoomins are generally of little concern to ‘Nuki. As long as dinner is served on time, he’s not much interested in who provides it. And away from the food bowl, he concerns himself exclusively with running the security force and sleeping.
Looks so peaceful, doesn’t he?
Not all is as it might seem, however.
That tail he’s cuddling? Not his.
Hard as it might be to believe, but Knuckles Malloy, local asshole-about-the-house and head of Ooki Brothers Security Services, sleeps better with a stuffed animal.
A very well-stuffed animal in this case.
I know I keep posting pictures of Emeraldas cuddling with Yuki, but they’re just so darn cute together, I can’t not do it.
See what I mean?
Between the paw drape and the blissful expression, could you refrain?
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