Recently, my wife got something from Amazon and put the box down for the cats. Floki immediately went inside of it.

Over the next few days, we saw him in the box quite often, but we never keep boxes on the floor for very long. They are essentially a temporary treat. Usually, by the time we clean the house the box is gone. Plus, they can be a trip hazard. With that in mind, I didn’t think twice about taking it to put stuff into that I was taking to the thrift store as a donation.

Rose, after scolding me for taking Floki’s box, put another box down for him. Luckily, Amazon comes to our house every day. This time I put a pad in it for him to lie on.

Rose thinks the box is too small for him, but I think he likes the snugness. In any case, I think we need to keep this trip hazard for a while longer.

After posting about Frankie slowing down, I was curious what his age is when compared to humans. After asking AI, I learned he is almost eighty human years old. I then asked AI to make me a graphic with age comparisons from kittens on up and it gave me this.

This shows Frankie at 79 human years and Floki at 58.

I then asked for a dog comparison chart which turns out to be almost exactly the same. The main difference is that small dogs age slower than big dogs, so the chart is only accurate for average dogs.

So, how old are your pets in human years?

Here is Abbey almost fifteen years ago on October 23, 2011.

I think she discovered that the cable box was a warm place to nap.

Here is a classic picture of Tigger, Chris and Abbey taken in February, 2011.

I have a funny story about each of our cats but have no photos related to the stories so enjoy this old one.

First, my wife tracks her steps using her iWatch, or whatever it’s called (I don’t wear a watch, so I don’t know). When she hasn’t reached her goal by evening, she walks around the house until she does. She told me Floki was following her around the house the other day. Last night, she had some catching up to do again and called me into the living room. When I arived, I saw Floki following her as she did circles around the living room. This went on for some time, and it was funny to watch.

This morning, as we were out walking Frankie, it started to rain. We had made it to the last house on our block when it started drizzling. It was very minor and I was surprised to see Frankie head quickly in the other direction. At first, I thought he didn’t like the flock of big birds in front of us but then he started running and I realized it was the rain. It still wasn’t coming down hard, but it had increased from a drizzle to a light shower and Frankie didn’t like it. He ran all the way home with me running to catch up. And he did that right after I posted about him slowing down.

I can’t think of a TV show that is more entertaining than cats.

Some of you may remember my posts from a few years ago where I talked about how Frankie was a traveler and would lead me so far from home that I would be forced to pick him up and carry him home. He didn’t like that and would often hiss at me and try to jump down.

Fast forward a few years and he now sometimes walks three quarters of the way around the block, stops, looks up at me and meows. As near as I can figure, he wants me to carry him. When I do, he purrs instead of hisses.

Lately, Rose has been coming on our morning walks. She captured this photo of me carrying Frankie home the other day.

The change seems to have happened quickly. Six months ago, we would sometimes walk up to the main road, which is about equivalate to three blocks away, plus the walk back.

I don’t know how old Frankie is exactly, but we estimate he will be 16 next February. At some point he hast to slow down. Don’t get me wrong, Frankie is not ready for a nursing home yet, but he is also no longer the marathon walker he used to be. Some days are better than others. Yesterday we circled two blocks with no problem. This morning we did a lot of zig zagging, so I don’t know how far we walked, but Frankie came home on his own.

I will continue to walk with Frankie for as long as we both are able. If I have to carry him, I’ll gladly do that. I think the more we walk, the more we will be able to walk in the future. When the time comes when Frankie no longer has the desire to go outside, I will know we created a lot of good memories together.

Frankie is one cat who know how to relax.

Of course, he is also very good at doing the opposite of relaxing.

Here is a fun video of Chris and Floki from January 2017.