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)
Another in a highly irregular, totally unscheduled series of looks back at the furry crew in their younger days.
Meet Rhubarb and Kaja, age approximately five months.
This is a rare shot: Kaja is asleep, but Rhubarb is awake. The other way around was (and–even though both are much more sedentary these days–is) much more common.
Sachiko has laid claim to the condo just outside the bedroom and can often be found snoozing on one of the upper platforms. It’s a convenient height for drive-by pattings, after all.
And if it allows her to show off her luxuriant whiskers and darling toe beans, so much the better.
Sorry to anyone who was hoping for profound insights today.
Instead, just appreciate how easy Sachiko makes “deeply cute” seem.
Rufus is an incredible camera slut. I’m convinced he can hear the sound of a smartphone sending power to the camera, because the instant I launch the app–on either of my phones–he wakes up and comes rushing over to make sure I get plenty of shots of his good side.
That means candid photographs of him are hard to come by. Not quite “scarce as Rufus teeth,” but close.
But I finally managed to get a shot of him in his favorite sleeping spot in something approximating his usual sleeping position.
Note the dangling tail and hind paw.
Note the gracefully curled front paw.
Note the small light next to his cheek. That’s called a “power button” and it can be used to turn off a computer.
Did I mention that the computer in question is the main file server for the house?
Of course he’s stepped on the button. Several times. He’s a cat isn’t he? If he isn’t causing trouble while looking cute and innocent, he’s failing to fulfill his duties as a feline and as the instructor of Lefty’s ongoing class in proper interactions with bipeds.