“Respect of slumber is a most curious characteristic of cats.”
— S. B. Wister
Category Archives: Loki
Loki lounging
Just a quick little video of Loki hanging out on top of me while I lie on the floor. He spends most of it looking around and trying to decide what to do with himself. When he realizes my attention is focused on him… Well, see for yourself.
And check out those whiskers!
Can you hear his purr right at the very end when he gets close to the camera?
Peculiar aristocratic titles
I kept this particular doodad for possible inclusion in the weekly Friday quiz lineup, but it occurred to me it didn’t really fit the bill as a quiz. And then it struck me! Why not use it for The Kids? Might be fun, huh? I thought so, too.
So, here in all their feline glory are the five masters of the universe with their own peculiar aristocratic titles.
His Most Noble Lord Grendel the Incontrovertible of Chignall Duntisbourne
Count-Palatine Loki the Furtive of Leg over Wallop
Duchess Kako the Lackadaisical of Frome Valley
Imperial Majesty Kazon the Venal of Heffton St Mallet
The Very Reverend Vazra the Pertinacious of Throcking in the Hole
[yes, sometimes the intarweb is about nothing more complicated than mindless fun]
A moment of Loki zen
A few weeks ago when Loki made a Daddy pallet, I offered some of the photos I took then as he lay atop me, both of us basking in the warm afternoon sun. Now I want to share some of the other photos I took of him that day. Like the other felines living here, he’s an extremely photogenic cat. I was happy to discover these examples in the menagerie of scenes I captured that day.
The first three are of his unsettled “should I stay or should I go” moment when he first climbed on top of me. With birds flitting about on the patio and with Daddy pinned down as a captive audience for play, he struggled with whether he should get comfortable or leap into action.
Do take special note of his one white eyebrow in that last photo. He always has to be a showoff.
After playing a bit without climbing down off my chest, he fell asleep. Only when his eyes are closed and his mind is at rest does he become truly peaceful; the rest of the time he’s a wicked soul.
I let him sleep for half an hour before I decided it was time to get up and work on chores. Disrupting his nap didn’t make me popular. In fact, I got the demanding stare once I moved into a seated position. That look made it quite clear I had erred terribly and would suffer greatly for my insolence.
After all, if I’m going to dance with the devil, I have to accept the repercussions.
Malevolent divinity via armrest
Omniscience and omnipotence notwithstanding, even the equally beautiful and evil god of mischief needs to repose, so Loki settles in on the armrest of the couch where he has a good view of his domain.
