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Eargasm

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Both Kako and Kazon had terrible infestations of ear mites when I first adopted them (among several other problems).  The damage to their ears was so extensive at an early age that they now have sensitive ears.  But Kako’s are more sensitive than Kazon’s.  In fact, she often cries out in pain when she scratches her own ears, and watching her try to address an itch in either of them is akin to watching the torture of a defenseless animal.  It just hurts.

The most I can do to alleviate that suffering is to keep them as clean as possible through regular douses with OtiCalm, an ear cleaning solution that gently breaks up buildup.  This, as you can guess, is not a popular activity, but I know it’s best for them and helps circumvent unnecessary pain and discomfort.

One of the interesting things about their delicate ears is Kako’s eargasms.  Although sticking her hind foot in them to scratch an itch is a sure way to elicit painful cries, the same is not true when it comes time to bathe.  It feels sickly voyeuristic to watch her hit that just right position that rubs an ear in heavenly ways.

This is never more true than when she lies on the ground and starts bathing with her front paws.  If you’ve ever seen a cat cleaning in this manner, you know they lick their paw before using it to clean their face, ears, and other body parts.  With Kako, however, the truest joy comes from her head resting on the ground against one of her ears.  Each time she licks her paw, she moves her head, and that in turn rubs her ear into the floor.  That, poppets, is obviously one of the greater joys she can experience.

The funny thing is this: very little bathing takes place except for the paw she’s trying to use to clean herself.  You see, she becomes so entranced with the eargasm that she ends up licking the paw ad infinitum without accomplishing much with it.  Instead, she just keeps moving her head back and forth to work her ear against the ground.

I suppose she has the cleanest paws in town because of this.  They get a good working over no matter what pieces and parts are skipped in favor of the eargasm.

And when she finally gets that paw working against an ear?  Well, bliss ensues.  Usually, her entire body gets into the writhing caused by her ecstasy.

That is what you will see in this video.  I caught her lying in front of the fireplace as she began to take a bath.  I simply turned the camera on and let it record what actually happened.  I did stop it right at the end when she stood up to scratch the ear she’d been grinding into the ground.  Knowing what that would cause, I saw no reason to record it.

Note that Loki makes a brief drive-by in the background near the beginning of the video as he makes his way to the cat castle off-screen to the left.

Potty patrol

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Kazon has taken king of the hill a bit too far.  While I don’t mind the game under most circumstances, and I especially love that he enjoys it so much and finds resting on my shoulders or back to be so pleasant, his new twist on the game represents an escalation for which I was unprepared.

But that doesn’t mean it’s not funny.  On the contrary, I laugh so heartily in response to this new phase that it often interferes with what I’m doing.

And just what am I doing?  More importantly, what is he doing?  Let me tell you.

Kazon is quite comfortable being on my shoulders or back.  Whether I’m walking around, sitting at the desk or on the couch, or on the floor playing with them, he simply wants to be up there.  Sometimes it’s for play; other times it’s for snuggling.

Sounds okay so far, right?

Well, little more than a week ago he added a new twist.  It started one night when I was getting ready for bed.  I went in the bathroom, brushed my teeth and washed my face and hands, went to the kitchen, gave both Grendel and Loki their nightly meds, put fresh food and water down, and finally returned to the bathroom to take a load off my bladder.

That’s when he struck.

Not to be crude, but I was standing there tending to my personal business when suddenly Kazon leaped from the floor all the way to my shoulders.

I never saw it coming, so of course it scared the… well, I would say it scared the piss out of me had it not had the opposite effect.  The landing and short scramble to get into position frightened me so completely that my body clammed up and my relief came to an abrupt end.

And then I started laughing uncontrollably!

Meanwhile, Kazon, nestled tightly around my neck, began rubbing his face against my cheek as he purred with much abandon.

After getting my uproarious chuckles under control and petting him a bit, I was finally able to complete my mission without incident.

But now this has become a regular thing.  You can say visiting the little boy’s room presents a new challenge.

Because he’s quite stealthy and gives no warning before making the five-foot jump from the floor to my shoulders, and because he sneaks up behind me while I’m otherwise busy, what was once a relieving few moments is now spent dancing about and trying to watch for him while simultaneously trying to watch what I’m doing.  This is not always easy—or even possible.

So my next best solution has become a new approach to potty time: stand between the toilet and wall with my back pressed firmly next to the towel rack.  This blocks his path and keeps him from making a direct flight from the ground.  It also lets me deal with the matter at hand without… er… um… dealing with unexpected interruptions that sometimes lead to misses and messes.

I’m sorry.  This is such terrible latrine humor.  But it’s undeniably funny if I do say so myself, and that means something considering I’m the one dealing with it.

Unfortunately, I don’t always remember this new spin on an old game.  In fact, I forget more often than I remember.  He doesn’t forget, though.  Ever.

Is it a waltz or an attack?

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One problem with trying to photograph The Kids when I’m playing with them is that… well… it’s that I only have two hands and one set of eyes.  If a hand is involved in play—something that’s difficult to avoid, you understand—the other hand, which is still attached to the same body, is responsible for aiming the camera and taking the picture.  As if that wasn’t difficult enough, I’m left trying to watch the play and the hand involved while simultaneously trying to watch the camera so I can guesstimate the image I’ll capture.

Thus you can understand these two photos of Loki.  It’s terribly important with him to keep a close eye on the fun.  He has no mercy when he plays.  That’s fine and I accept it, but being smart about it can help minimize the damage I suffer as a result.  Therefore, trying to get a few pics at the same time can divert my attention just long enough for him to swoop in and inflict bloody hell—and I mean “bloody hell” quite literally.

So I ask you when looking at these photos: Is it a waltz or an attack?

Loki standing on his hind legs
Loki standing on his hind legs

Eyeball oops

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Sometimes when photographing The Kids and using the flash, I get weird feedback from their eyes.  I know that’s normal with animals, and it’s interesting from time to time when seeing the differences between various species and what the light brings out (e.g., squirrels reflect amber or orange, opossums and raccoons reflect white, humans reflect red, and so on).  Cats, on the other hand, reflect all sorts of things depending on the angle at which flashed light enters their eyes and bounces back.

These two images of Loki, both of which I intended to discard, wound up as intriguing examples of feline photoreflectivity.  In the interest of full disclosure, they were also easy marks for a quick picture post.

Loki sitting on the love seat armrest
Loki standing on the couch armrest