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?
One rule for living right I didn’t mention, mostly because I couldn’t find an appropriately illustrative song: recognize you’ll never be perfect, but never give up trying.
Kokoro is a case in point.
One could certainly forgive her if she stopped her pursuit of the perfect body curl. She is, after all, a lady of a certain age–arguably a certain age and a half–and her curl has been developed with daily practice.
And yet, it’s still not quite perfect.
Note the tail: it’s neither aligned with the feet or crossed over them to parallel the upper ear. Any judge would agree it’s a quarter-point deduction.
So, she continues to practice. This particular practice session lasted a good three hours.
One can only admire her dedication to her craft. And give her pettings when she wakes up.
A couple of weeks ago, I was commending Kokoro for her generosity.
Let it be noted that one can be too generous.
Case in point:
Sure, it was a friendly gesture to share her heat pad with Rhubarb. But when Watanuki got involved…
Let’s just say that ‘Nuki hasn’t internalized the meaning of the word “share”.
No heat for Rhubarb, and Kokoro is so far away, she’s teetering on the brink of falling off the futon.
But at least the crew is being amicable about the whole thing. The futon has, it seems, been unanimously declared “neutral territory: open to all” in the same way our bed has.
Still, Kokoro needs the heat on her joints more than anyone else.
Yes, actually, I am.
I’ll admit that I’m not sure which cat it is–there are several black and white felines in the neighborhood–but I’m certain it’s a cat.
Here, have a closer look:
For the record, I’m posting this not so much to introduce you to a new neighbor–call them our foul weather friend, as they’ve taken up residence in the Rose Cottage only during our recent rain storms–but to demonstrate what the Pixel 6 Pro’s Dark Mode can do.
This picture was taken through the rain (and the rain-splattered window), at 4x zoom. The only light was from the room behind me (hence the reflection of the water bowl on the left side) and the only editing is cropping and–in the first shot–resizing.
I’d regard the fact that you can even see the Rose Cottage, much less the inhabitant, as a triumph of technological brilliance.
Next rainstorm, I think I’ll break out my tripod and see how the phone’s astrophotography mode does in similar conditions.
Yeah, ain’t got none.
Rather than skipping the post entirely, have a special Thanksgiving treat:
Three spiral unsliced hams.
(In order, top to bottom: Lefty, Watanuki, Sachiko)