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.
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.
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.