As Casper reminded us yesterday, some things don’t need words.
As Casper reminded us yesterday, some things don’t need words.
I know I’ve posted a lot about the Formerly Feral Fellows lately, but I couldn’t resist today’s pictures. I promise I’ll give the rest of the crew some screen time soon.
This is, by far, the best picture of Lefty I’ve taken. Admittedly, using a real camera with an actual zoom helped a lot. But even so, Lefty’s growing comfort with allowing us to look at him and point weird boxy things at him helped even more.
He did retreat into his safe space under the futon when I came closer, but I’m fine with that. One paw’s worth of gain at a time is better than we had hoped for.
The reason I stepped beyond Lefty’s comfort zone was to see what Rufus was up to. And the answer was adorable.
Telephoto helped with this one as well. I couldn’t have gotten close enough to take this shot with my phone; Rufus would certainly have woken up.
Note the obligatory blep–silly pink tongue–and the handsome lavender toe beans.
Yes, he does look a bit bedraggled. The nap came squarely between grooming sessions, I think. By late afternoon, he was his usual dapper self.
Mind you, I’d prefer he not sleep in front of the computer. I’d rather he didn’t make it so easy for fur to get into the case. But there are tradeoffs in everything, and if he’s happy, I’m willing to open the machine and clean it out periodically.
Those don’t look like Rufus’ toes…
It appears that somebody has staged an invasion. But who would be so dastardly?
Who but Mr. Thugbutt would be so evil as to take over Rufus’ mushroom? Nobody, of course.
To be fair, it’s not really Rufus‘ mushroom. After all, the mushroom not only predates his arrival in the household, it’s been here longer than Sachiko.
But since it’s in the room Rufus considers his, the mushroom must also be his. (Which means Rufus also owns a computer, a printer, and several thousand books. None of which he’s ever shown any interest in, fortunately.)
No, of course Rufus didn’t fight for the mushroom. He’s a Mellow Fellow, and a pacifist of almost Gandhian proportions.
He knows ‘Nuki will vacate the ‘shroom eventually. And until then?
What cat can resist a sun-warmed spot on a comfortable cushion in front of the window? Certainly not Rufus.
Rufus has a new hangout.
Well, okay, it’s actually an old one. Just about the first place he went when we started letting him explore the space outside his transitional cage.
But we’ve recently rearranged the room and made the mushroom more accessible, and he’s taking full advantage.
And yes, we realize it’s probably supposed to be a tree stump, but really, with that domed cap, it looks more like a mushroom.
And besides, mushrooms are funnier. Especially when they’re cat-stuffed mushrooms.
Anyway, that dubious look is rather atypical for the normally mellow Mr. Alexander. But at the time I took the picture, he’d just finished a round of territorial negotiation with ‘Nuki, so any unusual activity was cause for suspicion.
Normally, Rufus is considerably more relaxed when acting as mushroom filler.
Yes, he was snoring. And the mushroom acts as a resonator. I won’t say the walls were shaking–but they may have quivered a bit.
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.
“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?”