Apparently, sleeping with your right leg hanging over the side is the way it’s done around here.
If you are in trouble, just play the cute card. Chris has mastered this technique. Me? Not so much.
Last weekend we traveled to a far away store where Rose bought a new shirt, among other things, that she really likes. After wearing it once she washed it and hung it from the bedroom door knob. When we went to bed that night and closed the door, the shirt was unwittingly left hanging from Chris’s side of the door. You can see where this is going, can’t you?
About thirty minutes after our five o’clock wake up call from Chris, who stands outside the door crying and scratching on the door, Rose discovered that her new shirt had several holes clawed into it. She confronted Chris, who was lying on the bed in the spare bedroom and said in a loud voice, “Who did this?” “Did you do this?”
That’s when Chris started rolling back and forth on the bed, showing her his belly and talking to her. It…
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My wife left on a business trip yesterday and she had plenty of help packing for it. Each of our cats did their part in making sure Mom got off to a good start on her trip.
Frankie made sure she didn’t over-pack her suitcase.
Chris helped pick out her under garments.
Puck supervised the whole operation.
Floki helped out Homeland Security by making sure nobody tampered with her carry-on bag.
I didn’t have the heart to tell him she was driving.
The next morning everyone wanted to help Mom out to her car.
I don’t care what Mick Jagger says, these are the real Mother’s Little Helpers.
Chris and Frankie used to fight like cats and . . . well, cats, but now they only fight occasionally. Today, we are much more likely to see them as loving brothers than as fighters.
These pictures were taken last week but, coincidentally, as I was writing this post, Chris and Frankie were lying together on the same rug.
I love days like this when Chris is in the mood to act like a kitten again.
Chris is one of those cats that continued to play like a kitten well into adulthood. Lately, however, the kitten in him did not come out very often. That changed the other day when Rose found a mouse under the refrigerator. It was a small mouse that I had never seen before. It must have found its way under the fridge shortly after coming out of the package.
I don’t know what is different about this mouse than all his other mice but he plays with it like he is a kitten again, and after several days, he has not become bored with it. I still see him chasing that thing around several times a day. It’s nice to know my lovable “bad cat” has not fully grown up yet.
I missed Chris’s birthday again. For some reason I keep thinking it is on the 18th but it is really the 14th. Anyway, we don’t know is real birthday but celebrate it six months before his Gotcha Day because he was about six months old when we adopted him from the cat shelter.
I thought today I would just re-share some pictures of Chris since his last birthday and later, before I go to work, will pass out kitty treats (Stella and Chewy’s) to celebrate.
Here is Chris last June stopping to smell the flowers
Here he is in July getting along with Frankie.
In August he had a rare opportunity to be outside at the same time as Frankie. I am sure this is because he escaped as I tried to get out with Frankie.
I bought a new computer in September and Chris got the box . . . that he wouldn’t share.
Also in September he had an eye infection and had to visit the vet for the first time ever, except for shots.
Here he is in October doing his famous “Happy Roll.”
In November he teamed up with Frankie to be bad.
Even more badness. November must have been a bad month.
Some goodness in January with Floki.
February, not so good
Here he is in April getting cat hair on my underwear. Not that many people would notice.
Last, but not least, here he is on the day we adopted him, November 14, 2009.
I found a video from January when Chris had gotten into the cabinet above the refrigerator. Floki was determined to get in there too and almost fell in the attempt. This video was much longer but I cut the middle part out. That part was just Chris not wanting to come out so Floki could go in . . . and sit on the crock pot. I guess for a cat, that’s entertaining. I know it was for me.
When I started this blog I couldn’t decide what to name it. I had several names in mind, none of which I can remember now. I only remember that all of them were taken. I eventually settled on Crazy Cat Chris and registered it at WordPress.com.
Almost immediately I realized that I made a mistake. Chris was not a crazy cat. I think I just liked it because all the words started with C. I then choose Bad Cat Chris but the truth is, Chris is no more bad then he is crazy. The “bad” in Bad Cat Chris only refers to his behavior, not to Chris himself, and it really only refers to the human interpretation of the word “bad.” What is bad to a human is not necessarily bad to a cat. Like Shakespeare said, “there is no good or bad but thinking makes it so.”
The first several months after we adopted Chris, he kept us from getting a good night’s sleep by attacking our feet, biting our noses, treading on our bare skin and lying across our necks. BAD CAT! Indeed, the people who adopted him before us thought he was a bad cat and returned him to the shelter after one day.
He no longer attacks feet and he has learned not to bite Rose’s nose but everything else is the same. Jumping on counters is another “bad” behavior that we were never able to correct. Nor were we able to stop him from opening cabinets and closets and getting inside. At eight years old he still tries to get out the door every chance he gets and he still scratches the furniture, but only when he knows someone is looking.
Despite his behavior, I wouldn’t want him to change because that is who Chris is. He has always been very entertaining and he makes us laugh. His bad behavior is not really bad, it’s more like naughty, and even that’s not right. He is just a non-human who is very good at not following human rules.
There is something special about Chris, more special than any other dog or cat I have ever had, and I have had some good ones. Chris is pure love. He loves me, he loves Rose he loves everyone who steps foot in our house and he is not afraid to show it. He bleeds affection. Everybody who knows Chris loves him back.
He is even affectionate to all the other cats, although he will fight with them too.
Rose worries that when we lose Chris I will be devastated and she may be right. I think about that more now that Chris will be turning eight. The last three of our cats that passed away, Abbey, Alex and Tigger, all died at eight years old. But, of course, now is not the time to be thinking such thoughts. We have a birthday coming up.
Back in January Chris posted a short parody of Adel’s “Hello” song on his Facebook page (see here). I decided to expand on it and rewrite it for Chris (although it could just as easily have been from Frankie). If you are unfamiliar with the song, click here to see it on YouTube.
Meow, it’s your cat
I was wondering if after all these days I could go outside
To eat some grass in the yard
They say that grass is supposed to heal ya
But I ain’t done much healing
Meow, can you hear me?
I’m at the door dreaming about when I was a kitten
When I was young and free
Before I was caged and sold for an adoption fee
It’s so different being inside
Like outside’s a million miles
Meow, where are you?
It’s so typical of me to be here by myself I’m sorry
But it’s indoor Hell
If I ever make it out of here I will…
Wait, here you come to let me out
Just in the nick of time
Meow from the outside
Persistence pays off if you try
To annoy with every beat of your heart
But don’t give up clearly you’re not an inside cat anymore
Meow from the outside
Why’d you leave my food inside?
of all the dumb things that you have done
I’m going to starve here outside
What do you think?