Here's a close-up of him stretching out in it.
His yawn is positively terrifying.
I have no idea why he feels safe there. Anyone can poke him as they go up the stairs and the taller members of the family have to take care not to head butt him by mistake but he loves it there.
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He's a book-guarder, obviously.
Cats are like mountain lions in that they love to have the drop on you--literally. if they can be above you, it's perfect. I figure your cat isn't worried because the see-through 'tree limb' has always been stable.
My young cat, Molly, will rush to the railing and try to part my hair with her paddy paw as I walk downstairs. So maybe I should rig up a hammock and save myself from the occasionally sliced scalp!
Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!
Oh he's adorable! You'd think it would be uncomfortable but it's obviously absolutely lovely as Rufus looks so happy there.
Only cats know why cats do!
Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww, he's lovely!!!!
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It's a marvellous example of how cats are superior to humans in every respect bar the hammock erection thang.
When we get opposable thumbs, you guys are history.
We need to do something similar for Magic sooner rather than later.
We have bookcases backed up to our stair-rail (there are built-in cupboards where you have bookcases)and Magic has developed the habit of sleeping on top of the one that overlooks the biggest drop... what could possibly go wrong?
By the way, every time I look at the pictures of that room, I think: Bookstore. I swear, your bookroom/office looks like many a used book store I've wandered into.
You're so right, Geoff. We're far superior to them. Who needs opposable thumbs anyway when you've got slaves to carry out your every whim?
Scott, so that's what he is!
ww, Molly parting your hair sounds painful. I'm not sure if a hammock would help.
The "library" isn't quite a proper room, unless you call it a "gallery room" which sounds posher than a big landing. We couldn't resist putting all our books there.
Kitty, Thank you! He looks lovely, that is true.
Geoff, I clicked on your name and saw your beautiful picture. No wonder Rufus fancies you.
Richard, that sounds worrying! It's the kind of thing the netting was meant to avoid, but we have to keep checking that his increased weight hasn't torn it to the point of danger.
That's classic! I love it!
In her cat indifference, she slices and dices occasionally. Mostly she doesn't break the skin, but once or twice...
Oh, and she bites me because she loves me. Uh huh. heard that one before.
writtenwyrdd - One time Magic put a paw through the stair rails and 'killed' Babs' glasses... scratching her eyeball in the process, requiring a visit to the eye-hospital.
She was lucky. Although it penetrated the outer layer which then filled with blood and made her look like a zombie, the damage wasn't permanent.
Sometimes playful indifference has scary consequences... it could easily have cost an eye.
Thanks, McK!
ww, Rufus bites when he's feeling affectionate. I've tried to break him of it but mostly all I can manage is to get him to bite my clothes, not my skin.
Richard, that sounds dangerous. I know a child lost sight in one eye from a cat scratch.
I love your office!
Cats may be independent souls but they're always constantly amusing.
Sx
Excellent. I wish my cat would do that. Generally, she prefers whichever chair I just got up from and am headed back to as soon as I go to the loo...
Thanks, Scarlet. It's not so much an office as a landing.
Mother, our cats do that too. And Bonnie leaves large clumps of black fluff everywhere.
Awwwww! How cute and funny. I love cats!
Sarah, me too! (I think you may have guessed that.)
A week after Nicola's blog party I thought I'd pop back and visit... you know, like I left my scarf behind or something.
I lived with a cat once that looked like Rufus... we called him Flotsam because we found him with a sister called Jetsam in a cardboard box beside the back wheel of our car. Jetsam went to a good home and we Kept Flotsam.
Flotsam was longhaired and orange with a beautiful white beard. He went out when it rained and came in with mud in his fur. Flotsam became Flot and then 'Flot the Grot' in the stories we told, and then just Grot...
You could do anything with Grot and he'd smile and purr... but underneath that convincing disguise he was a ruthless killer of moles and mice and pigeons. I know this because he brought them home to us as gifts. So I am wary of going 'aaaww' when I see cute pictures of cats. Nevertheless, Rufus in a net hammock is something!
Best wishes
Douglas
Douglas, Thanks for the return visit. I hope you found your scarf.
Flotsam sounds very like Rufus - although Rufus does like to bite people, both when he's happy and when he's annoyed. He's also known as The Monster and His Nibs.
Ohhhhhh! He's darling! I agree with Scott - he's a book guarder. And that's an important gig.
There's a good few people I'd pay good money to see slung in a net above a stairwell...
Robin, he's a darling when he chooses to be!
Kevin, great idea!
this is sweet
Thanks, Lisa. He loves it there.
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