Packing Assistants

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.

cat in suitcase

Chris helped pick out her under garments.

cat in drawer

Puck supervised the whole operation.

cats in luggage

Floki helped out Homeland Security by making sure nobody tampered with her carry-on bag.

cat on luggage

I didn’t have the heart to tell him she was driving.

The next morning everyone wanted to help Mom out to her car.

cats on luggage.

I don’t care what Mick Jagger says, these are the real Mother’s Little Helpers.


Chris’s Kitten is Back

I love days like this when Chris is in the mood to act like a kitten again.

Bad Cat Chris

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.

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Chris’s Eighth Birthday

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

Bad Cat Chris

Here he is in July getting along with Frankie.

Gold cats

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.

Cats Chris and Frankie

I bought a new computer in September and Chris got the box . . . that he wouldn’t share.

Cat and computer box

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.”

bad cat chris outside

In November he teamed up with Frankie to be bad.

cats in closet

More badness.

cat Chris in cabinet

Even more badness. November must have been a bad month.

cat Chris in cabinet


Some goodness in January with Floki.

Chris and Floki

February, not so good

cats Floki and Chris

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.

No Need For Television When You Have Cats

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.

The Truth About “Bad” Cat Chris

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

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.

cat Chris

Chris, November 2009

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.

Bad Cat Chris napping on lap

cat Chris

He is even affectionate to all the other cats, although he will fight with them too.

Abbey, Chris and Tigger in Abbey's cat bed.

Our cats Chris and Puck napping together.

cats washing

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.

Meow From The Inside

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.

cats Chris and Frankie looking out window

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

Cats Frankie and Chris looking out window
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

cats and open window
Meow from the inside
I must have tried a thousand times
To tell you I don’t want to be stuck inside
But when I meow you never abide

Bad Cat Chris trying to open door
Meow from the Inside
At least you can’t say I didn’t try
To tell you I need you to open the door
I just can’t be inside these four walls anymore

Bad Cat Chris and Puck looking out window

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

Our cat Frankie picking at the screens
So Meow from the outside
I’m so happy I could purr
And tell you I’m sorry for ever doubting you’d decide
To open the door and let me outside.

Bad Cat Chris outside

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

Our cats Chris and Frankie Outside.

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

Our cats Chris and Puck behind patio.
Meow from the outside
It’s time to let me back inside
To keep me from starving to death
I promise I won’t bother you again until I do…

Bad Cat Chris with lizard.

What do you think?

The Food is Always Better on Another Cat’s Plate

This Throwback Thursday post from 2014 isn’t much of a throwback because the same thing happens today except now we have Floki who is even worse than Puck.

Bad Cat Chris

Since the first day Chris entered our home, he has established himself as the alpha kitty in all areas except food, especially canned food. He likes the canned food and will eat it but doesn’t place a high value on it like our other cats (past and present) do.

Puck, however, was originally named “Chow Man” because of his love for food. Indeed, we named him Puck because, in part, he was into food as much as Wolfgang Puck.

I feed the cats wet food twice a day, in the morning, when I get up, and when I return from work, or around 5:00 on the weekends. The same thing happens every time. Puck and Frankie jump on the counter while I am opening the cans. Frankie then jumps back down to the floor where Chris is waiting. He knows that is where he is fed so he wants to be…

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