Never a camera when I need one...

Rufus are the most aggressive, fightingest little bastards to wear hummingbird feathers. Hummingbirds, as a rule, ain't afraid of nothin' or nobody, and the Rufus will literally get right in your face and tell you so. (Hummingbirds are noisy little fuckers, especially when they're pissed off.) I had one several days ago hover about a foot from my glasses, giving me what-for. I was properly chastised, let me tell you.

But I really needed a camera this morning. I had the front door open, so the kitties could look out the screen door, watch the hummingbirds, and try to get some sun on this overcast day. Rajah was hanging by the screen door, sitting in his best Egyptian cat god imitation, when a little Rufus came down to check him out. They went nose to nose through the screen: orange cat, brown and green hummingbird.

Raj was agog. The hummingbird was not so impressed. He popped up to the feeder for a drink, and a few minutes later shot back down to take another look at Raj. And this time he opened up with the full monty: wings back, tail spread, squawking a challenge.

A Rufus doing his battle challenge looks like this:



Instead of Rajah attempting to strike at him through the screen, the encounter ended ignobly: Rajah crouching down, while the hummingbird berated him. And it wasn't the tail swishing, hips twitching 'Mighty Hunter' crouch, ready to pounce. Rather, it was the sad, tail tucked under, 'Mommy, he's picking on me!' crouch.

Hummingbird: 1. King-of-all-he-surveys: 0.

Friday Catblogging

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Friday Catblogging

Rajah, ruling the universe.

A Chaos Demon Revealed

"Have you ever seen a chaos demon? They're all slime and antlers. They're disgusting." Spike, "Buffy the Vampire Slayer"

HA! I'm here to tell you, that description is wrong, wrong, wrong. Here's a picture of the one I have living in my apartment.

Cute, isn't he? Sleeping so innocently? HA! I say again, HA! A few months ago, I adopted a 'special needs' kitten. To make up for his physical infirmity, he compensates by being the most persistent creature on the face of the earth. He never, ever, ever gives up. He never stops. Never.

When he's sleeping is virtually the only time I can get a picture of the demon. If he's awake, I usually just end up with a picture of a gray blur lurching at the lens.

So, the lesson of the day is: chaos demons, despite their antlered and slimy reputation, are actually long haired, gray, with golden eyes with green around the iris. Oh, and they fall down, a lot.

Btw, the chaos demon's name is Cloud.