I don’t know how it happened, but the bag we used when we went to the pool on Wednesday ended up on the coffee table on Thursday. Since it didn’t belong there, naturally a cat needed to lie on it.
When Floki saw Frankie sleeping on the bag, he hopped up on the coffee table to wait his turn.
Shortly after I took this photo, Floki had enough of waiting and started a scuffle.
Here is a post from December 2016. More than nine years later, Floki still likes his cat tunnel, although the one we have now is different.
I forgot Frankie’s Gotcha Day again. We found Frankie at a Petsmart Adoption Center in Clearwater, Florida on February 8, 2014. He was put there by Pinellas County Animal Control and had no name, just a number. We don’t know when to celebrate his birthday. His paperwork said he was three years old. I don’t know what method they used to determine his age but if they were right, he would have been born the same month they took him in, which was probably January.
That means we have a fifteen-year-old cat that runs around the house like he is still a kitten. He had the zoomies yesterday evening which made me remember how we thought he was a sickly cat after we adopted him. He sneezed all the time and we thought there was something wrong with him. He still sneezes all the time. Every few days Rose sends me around the house to clean up after all Frankie’s sneezes. She calls it a “booger patrol.”
Here is Frankie at the adoption center.
This is Frankie the day we brought him home. He still does that with his blanket.
This is the last photo I have of Frankie alone.
I took this picture yesterday during our walk when Frankie decided it was a good time to take a nap in the sun. As I write this, he is on my lap purring, with his nose in my stomach. I don’t know how he breathes that way.
This is what happens when you leave your seat for more than a minute.
Here is a photo of Puck, Chris, and Floki from December, 2016.
I was originally going to title this, “Frankie and Frankie ” but then I thought it sounded like a law firm. I don’t know about the rest of the world, but in the Tampa Bay area lawyers love to hear their last name, so they include it twice in the name of their law firm. We have Morgan & Morgan, Farah & Farah, Catana & Catana and I’m just getting started but that is not the topic of this story.
During our walk yesterday, my Frankie encountered our neighbor’s Frankie under the bushes. She hissed and backed away. What did my Frankie do? He rolled over on his back, of course.
Earlier that day I saw the girl Frankie and called her name. She actually came to me, which was a shocker. She let me pet her head a couple of times then walked away.
Later that afternoon, after Frankie’s walk, I saw her again when I took the trash out. She didn’t come to me that time, but she did let me go to her. She almost let me pet her but backed away at the last second.
I think she’s warming up to me.
Because of the cold the other day, our cats didn’t want to go out onto the catio, but that didn’t stop Floki from wanting to look out there.
Here is the remaining video I took back in December 2019 when we got the cats a treat maze.
I found a photo of Chris wearing a bandage from this day in 2019. He must have just returned from the vet.
Here he is the next day with Frankie and without the bandage.
Here is a post about Chris from November 2016.
Bad Cat Chris 