“Cats are rather delicate creatures and they are subject to a good many ailments, but I never heard of one who suffered from insomnia.” ― Joseph Wood Krutch
Proper sleep habits are, of course, of vital importance in the feline world. Mind you, the rules of proper sleep can be summarized as “There’s no such thing as too much sleep” without losing any important details.
Kokoro is the most dedicated sleeper in the house. Perhaps it’s natural inclination, or maybe just that, being the oldest, she’s had more time to develop her sleep skills. Certainly, a proper nose-tuck takes both natural talent and dedicated practice.
‘Nuki, on the other paw, is rather careless about how he sleeps. He frequently leaves body parts dangling.
Much, it should be noted, to Rufus’ complete lack of interest. “Not my problem if he wakes up with his tail all pins and needles.”
But the results can be entertaining to other onlookers.
In this household, though, uninterrupted sleep is a rare luxury. And ‘Nuki, bless his thuggish little heart, is often the cause of others’ rude awakenings.
Rufus has a new nest.
Actually, he’s been zonking out on the bathmat intermittently since we first started letting him explore the house without supervision.
And why not? It’s certainly no less comfortable than the grass he slept on for many years. It’s in a room that stays at a comfortable temperature, even when the rest of upstairs is too hot or too cold. There’s a water bowl a few steps away. And ‘Nuki hardly ever goes in there.
The only downside is that his nest gets too wet to be comfortable when the bipeds use the shower. Fortunately, there’s no shortage of alternative sleeping nooks.
A double win today.
I love posting pictures of sleeping cats and I love posting pictures of Watanuki when he’s not being an asshole.
Sleeping, non-assholic ‘Nuki.
Just don’t touch the paw.
My apologies to anyone who came by yesterday expecting a Thanksgiving blog post. I decided to sleep late–and believe me, I’m very thankful for the unusual lack of telemarketers which allowed me to stay in bed as long as I did.
But I know there would be rioting in the streets–albeit small riots–if I didn’t have a post up today, so enjoy this picture of Sachiko in her new “phwone”.
She enjoyed it so much when the box landed on the floor, we decided to leave it for a few days. Now we have to decide how long after Thanksgiving we’ll give her before we explain that it was only a temporary phwone.
Rhubarb may be the house champion at loxing out, as I mentioned a couple of weeks ago. But Yuki’s no novice at relaxation either.
Ever see a puddle of floof?
If he was any more relaxed, we’d need to squeegee him out of the carpet.
That wasn’t an easy picture to take, by the way. Somebody has decided that if pictures are going to be taken, there’s only one possible subject.
So I got a lot of shots like this:
And that’s actually one of the best shots of Yuki. Most of them have a substantial portion of his body hidden by Rufus’ butt.
Don’t believe me when I say he’s doing it on purpose?
Is there any other interpretation of this expression than “how can you cheat on me with another cat?”
A week or so ago, we had the rainstorm that traditionally marks the boundary between Summer and Indian Summer.
To nobody’s particular surprise, Tuxie took cover in Cape Odd that night. He’s slept there several nights since, even though it hasn’t rained again (yet). And he’s spending large chunks of the day sleeping on top of the shelter as well.
And when Tuxie sleeps, he sleeps.
Sachiko finds him inspirational.
That’s not her “Touch me again and I’ll rip off your hand” face (that one shows more teeth). It’s not her “I haven’t eaten anything in at least ten minutes. Feed me!” face (that one shows more teeth). It’s not even “Hey, I want some attention!” (that one shows more teeth).
Are you detecting a pattern here?
That’s an actual yawn. Two minutes after I took the picture, she was curled up on the rug, sound asleep.
We often call Rhubarb our Smoked Salmon Boy.
Not because of his appetite, though he does love to lick the lid when we open a can of salmon.
And not just because of his coloration, though he is a lovely salmon-orange and cream-cheese-white.
But mostly because he’s a cat who really knows how to put the lox in “loxing out”.
(No, he’s not fond of that pun. Or puns in general.)
It’s been a lousy week, and next week isn’t likely to be any better.
So have a sleeping cat. It makes a remarkable difference.
Yes, Yuki really does sleep in that position. And he’s exactly as smug as he looks.
Sometimes a lap is all the bed you need.
The weather is warming and, far more important, drying out. And that means that Tuxie is once again spending most afternoons flaked out on top of Cape Odd.
Have you noticed that even when MM is taking it easy, she never really sleeps? She’s always on the alert, defending her territory against all invaders.
Oh, for crying out loud, guys!
Make up your minds, already! I’m trying to write a blog post here.
Look, our deal is that we supply the krunchiez, and you pose for the pictures, right? Right.
Now you’re just doing it to annoy me.
Wait’ll you see what I add to the food bowl tonight!
(Note to blog readers: It’s probably going to be some scraps of leftover cheese. What kind of lunatic did you think I was?)