Kako epitomizes what A.S.J. Tessimond once said: “Cats, no less liquid than their shadows, offer no angles to the wind.”
[that’s Kazon‘s back you see blurred into the background]
Category Archives: Kako Photos
I swear I passed out when I saw it
Kako is her own lady. That’s the politically correct way of saying she’s a bitch. None of the other cats save Grendel are worth her time… except when she wants to play with Kazon, her brother. Aside from those moments, she screams like a banshee when any of them come near, and she brutalizes them—a surprising fact given she’s the smallest cat in the house.
And beware the trauma of rescuing Vazra. I might as well have brought a large cat-eating dog into her life. She’s treated him like a punching bag, a claw sharpening utensil, a personal trampoline, and a scapegoat for anything that might possibly go wrong.
Then imagine my surprise when I walked into the bedroom and found this scene.
I had to poke both of them to make sure they were still alive. I mean, her sleeping that close to him…
It’s like the book of Revelations come true right on my own bed. The end times can’t be far behind.
Indebted to cats
“I am indebted to the species of the cat for a particular kind of honorable deceit, for a great control over myself, for characteristic aversion to brutal sounds, and for the need to keep silent for long periods of time.”
— Colette
[Kako]
Still hanging on
Remember when I showed you Kako‘s habit of hanging on to my leg when I sit on the floor? She generally hugs my knee, hooks at least one claw in for a solid grip, and literally hangs on to my leg with a big ol’ kitty hug.
Well, she’s at it again.
The refrigerator game, part deux
I already explained Kako‘s refrigerator game, and I even shared a video of part of the fun. Now I’d like to show you some photos of the second part of this entertaining event.
As I said in that post, she “loves ‘The Refrigerator Game.’ That is, she leaps atop the frig and asks for—mostly demands—attention. The game usually—mostly—winds up with her jumping on my back and continuing the demanding/getting attention from there.”
The aforementioned video shows the asking/demanding part. These photos show the pre- and post-jump part.
Here she was in position to make her leap.
Once on my back, she goes in one of two directions: crazy playful or heartwarmingly loving. This time happened to be the latter of the two.
As you can see, she first lay down facing away from my head, and there she began kneading my back and making all affectionate and like.
The moment I called to her and reached up with my other hand, though, she raced to turn around and fell into a hug that would bring a tear to the eye of any parent.
And there she stayed while soaking up as much petting and scratching as she could get, all the while purring and kneading and hugging until my heart melted and all my woes disappeared behind a shroud of adoration.
Sometimes she’s more interested in playing, but this time she was far more wanting of some personal time with Daddy. And she got it.