Frankie loves his little green blanket. We always put it on our bed for him when we make the bed. Lately, though, he seems to have lost interest in it until recently. Perhaps they had a fight and then made up.
Often on my walk with Frankie, we see many squirrels and birds. Sometimes they are close enough to prompt an attempted attack, which is thwarted by the leash or by me running alongside Frankie and making too much noise. More often than not, the birds or squirrels are far enough away to warrant only a curious look.
Here, Frankie is probably hoping the bird will wander into the danger zone.
After Chris’s last vet visit, I decided to leave the crate inside the house. It has now become his new favorite napping spot.
Here is a post that is for the birds on Throwback Thursday.
It is hard to believe that I have been writing Bad Cat Chris for over ten years now. My first blog post was posted on June 3, 2012. For some reason, I thought it was June 12. I was getting ready to write a post about it today when I discovered my error. Now I feel like the thunder has gone out of the celebration.
I looked back over the life of the blog and found my most popular posts. Here are the top three.
The top commentors are:
I have 845 followers through WordPress, 28 through email, and I have no idea how many through other sources. I also have 3129 followers on Facebook (even though I still can’t share blog posts there because Facebook thinks my blog is spam). In addition, I have 1033 followers on Twitter, 886 on YouTube, and 220 on Intagram.
I believe that one of these two photos is the first picture that I took of Chris. They were taken at the shelter on October 3, 2009 when I brought my wife with me to see him.
We did not adopt Chris then. We had a vacation coming up and my wife had a business trip after that, or vis versa. I believe Chris was adopted and returned because of his bad behavior after this photo was taken and before we adopted him on November 14.
Here is the last photo I have of Chris. It’s not great but it is the most recent. I took this last Sunday after I took Frankie for a walk. I always take Frankie out first and then Chris goes out after Frankie comes home. I mean after I pick up Frankie and carry him home.
Well, that’s all I have for today. I hope you have enjoyed reading this blog as much as I have enjoyed writing it. I also hope to continue for many more years. Thank you so much. I appreciate all of you.
This photo is from 10 years ago today on June 10, 2010. Chris was good at opening cabinets and finding where we hid the catnip.
I remember changing the location several times and he always found it.
Here is Frankie taking a break on a recent walk.
“Walk” is probably the wrong word to use when taking a cat out because they spend much more time investigating smells or just resting while enjoying the great outdoors.
For Throwback Thursday, here is another post from August 2015. Cats really do make good exterminators.
I think we have the worst toilet in the Western Hemisphere. I seem to constantly need the plunger which Rose seems to think is best kept outside in the shed. Rather than argue the logic, I just go to the shed to get it, which is what I did Thursday morning, not long after we had a bad rain storm.
I was able to successfully plunge the toilet and everything went down except one thing that I hope wasn’t there the entire time; a frog. I assume it crawled into the plunger and then came into the house with me. I’m just amazed that it didn’t go down with the flush.
I grabbed a tissue and tried to grab it but it jumped out of the toilet and grabbed Frankie’s attention, who likes to hang out with me sometimes in the bathroom for some strange reason. Frankie lunged for it…
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I think Chris was the first to discover that getting under the blanket was fun. I don’t know how long he has been doing it but almost every day now, while my wife and I are sitting in bed winding down for the day, Chris insist on getting under the cover. I sit up in bed and put my legs under the sheet and blanket. I then lift up the blanket for Chris but not the sheet. This gives me a layer of protection from him scratching my legs. It also means he will have an easier time breathing because he is only under the blanket and not the sheet too. Even so, I try to hold the blanket up somewhat on my end to allow airflow.
Recently, Floki has taken to getting under the cover with Chris. He gets me to pick up the cover and then he goes to Chris for a little bit of attention. After he gets a few minutes of attention from Chris he then comes out from under the blanket.
Upon seeing what was going on under the blanket, Frankie decided that he wanted to now get under the blanket. So the last couple of weeks I have been helping Frankie to get under the blanket as well. Usually he wants to be under there by himself but the other day he got under there with Chris.
As I write this, Chris has been lying under the blanket for about 20 minutes. Floki got under there for a short time and then left. He just now came back and is again interested in what Chris is doing.
I suppose this is similar to children making a tent in their bedroom. Does anybody else have a cat or a dog that likes to get under the covers?
Chris has been having ear problems again. His right ear is okay but his left ear smells bad and he has been shaking his head occasionally. I had some left over ear medicine that I used for about a week but the problem persisted so I scheduled a vet visit.
You may remember he had this problem a couple of years ago. Our vet recommended surgery for about $400 to remove the ear polyps that have been a problem his whole life, but when we scheduled a time to have it done he changed his mind and said the pollyps went too deep and referred me to a specialist.
We went to the specialist a couple of times, spent about $1,000, and in return we got some medicine and a recommendation to remove Chris’s ear canal and make him deaf. I told my vet how unhappy I was with the specialist and since then we have been just controlling the problem with ear medication.
Since I started working full-time, I have been going in a half hour early everyday so I could leave at 2:00 on Fridays. So I made an appointment for 3:00 on Friday. I forgot I had a chiropractor appointment Friday morning and I was late so I had to work until 2:30, which was still fine except I got last minute things that had to be done so I left at 2:45.
I raced home and got the small crate out of the shed. Chris has gotten too big to fit in the smallish carriers that we have. So I put him in the crate and we left for the vet.
We got to the vet four minutes late which was pretty incredible, especially since I really didn’t break any speeding laws to get there.
We waited in the lobby for a short time and then we were led into an exam room. It was the first time I was allowed back there since before Covid.
I opened the crate so Chris could get out and explore while we waited but he was in no hurry to leave the crate. Young Chris would have been investigating ever nook and cranny of the room but old Chris doesn’t want to have anything to do with the vet’s office.
I eventually coaxed him out.
Instead of exploring he got on my lap.
That lasted about three minutes before he got down and went back into his crate.
When the vet came in with the vet tech we debated how we were going to get Chris out. I decided to grab the pad and pull Chris out with it. That worked well and I put Chris on the table where the tech held him down while the vet tried to look in his ears.
I sat down and watched Chris give them both a hard time. He struggled quite a bit while meowing very loudly. I soon felt the need to help so I got up and let him smell my hand so he would know I was there. That didn’t work out so well because Chris broke free and tried to climb up on my shoulders. That hurt because his claws needed to be clipped. I put him back on the table and suggested they clip his claws while he was there.
When the vet was done the tech needed to take him in the back to weigh him, clip his nails and I don’t know what else. But before that we had some time to wait.
When it was time, I offered to help bring him back there and I put a towel over my shoulders and hoisted Chris up. I then put him down on the table in the next room where two techs clipped his nails and weighed him. I went back to the first room before they were done and one of the techs went over what I owed, which was two hundred and something. I thought it was reasonable because it included a new ear medication as well as three doses of flea medication.
When we got home my wife suggested we leave the crate in the house so I put it in the cats’ room. You would think that Chris would not want to have anything to do with it after his ordeal but he almost immediately went back inside the crate.
Since then he has been napping in the crate. I guess he is smart enough to not blame the crate for his vet visit.