Chris came to us in late 2009 from a shelter near Myrtle Beach, South Carolina called Sav-R-Cats. I volunteered for them and had quite the introduction when Chris jumped on my back and climbed up to perch on my shoulders. It was the fall of 2009 and since then, my wife, Rose, and I have been in a perpetual state of frustration and exhaustion while at the same time experiencing a great deal of love, affection, and entertainment that could only come from the baddest cat we ever loved.
Puck was bottle-fed from a kitten by my sister-in-law. He was ready for adoption in September 2012, about the same time that our beloved Abbey died. Chris loved Abby and he soon came to care about Puck too. The difference was that Abbey was like a mother to him and Puck became more like a son. Puck was always like a mirror image to Chris. He was quiet, laid back and never got into trouble but he did develop litter box issues related to his health problems. Puck passed away unexpectedly in February 2018. Update: Puck passed away unexpectedly at a young age in February, 2018 from a bladder blockage.
Frankie was a ward of the county and only had a number, not a name. We adopted him from a Petsmart shelter in February 2014. He was about three years old at the time, which makes him about two years younger than Chris. Frankie’s naughty behavior is very similar to Chris’s but Chris has mellowed a bit with age and weight while Frankie has not.
We adopted Floki as a kitten on the Fourth of July, 2016. He was in foster care and my sister-in-law arranged to have him brought to her vet’s office so we could see him. Floki has taken over the “good boy” spot from Puck, at least for now. Puck and Frankie were both adopted to be my wife’s cat but they both took to me. Floki, on the other hand, loves my wife.