Today is the 14th anniversary of my first blog post. Can you believe it’s been that long? Most bloggers don’t last a year. Here is the first photo I posted.
This is Chris on my shoulders, doing what he has done since the day we met.
I think the photo is a good representation of what Chris was like.
This is my last photo of Chris, which turned out to be a very sad day.
Since than I have carried on with stories of Frankie and Floki.
Blogging has been a life-changing experience for me. I don’t know if I would have become an author if I hadn’t started blogging first. I also would not have gotten to know so many wonderful people. I hope to continue with this blog for as long as I am able.
I recently published Last Breath, which is the sixth in my Last Healer Mysteries series. If you want to read about where the idea came from, check out my blog post here.
As I mentioned in a previous post, the victim in the story had a cat which Katie and Joe adopt. The cat becomes a minor subplot as it wakes Joe up early every morning. He also adds a little bit a humor to the story as in this snippet:
After Katie hung up, she sat on the sofa with Joey and started reading him a children’s story. Max lay on top of the sofa, casually watching them, but the smell of bacon and eggs drew him to the kitchen, where Joe was cooking breakfast. He rubbed his face on Joe’s leg, then sat, looked up, and meowed.
“I fed you already,” Joe said.
Max meowed again at Joe.
Joe sighed. “This is not going to be a habit.” He picked up a piece of bacon that he had already cooked, blew on it to make sure it wasn’t too hot, then put it on a small plate. He put the plate on the floor next to Max and whispered, “Katie doesn’t need to know about this.”
Max sniffed the bacon and picked it up. He then ran into the living room with it. Joe put his hands on his head, both in surprise and dread.
“Joe!” thundered Katie’s voice from the living room a few seconds later. “The cat is eating bacon on our clean floor!”
As always, I need reviews, so I hope you consider checking out my books and reading one that sounds like it might interest you. Now I need to get on with writing Chris’s memoir.
Our cats have their own spots. Floki lies on the cat perch to the left and Frankie lies to the right. Lately though, Frankie has been stealing Floki’s spot.
That is not the only spot of Floki’s he’s been stealing. Floki likes to hang out under the bed. He’s not one of those cats that spends all day under the bed but if there is ever a time when we can’t find him, he is probably there. He lies on top of a large, folded pet carrier that we keep, in addition to a smaller carrier, in case we ever need to evacuate. My wife even puts a towel on it, so he is more comfortable.
Frankie was never an under the bed kind of cat but since returning from vacation I have found him under the bed in Floki’s spot twice. Either something has changed with him, or he is taunting Floki for some reason.
Occasionally, while walking Frankie, we encounter the neighbor’s girl cat, also named Frankie, and the result is always the same as you can see from the video.
I feel bad for our Frankie because he just wants to be friendly.
We returned late yesterday afternoon from our trip to Nova Scotia. While we had a wonderful time, we both were eager to get home to our cats.
Our cats were happy too, especially Frankie who wanted nothing but attention most of the evening.
Our next-door neighbor, Mom of the other Frankie, was nice enough to take care of our boys while we were away. We thought they might have gotten used to a later breakfast and wouldn’t bother us early in the morning, but we were wrong. Frankie woke me up at around 3:15 but I did not give in to him and went back to sleep. By 5:30 he couldn’t hold back any longer and insisted I get up and feed him. Oh well. It’s still good to be home.
Frankie cornered a squirrel on a telephone pole yesterday. It hung upside down out of reach, so Frankie decided to keep it from coming down. He even marked the pole with his scent, so the squirrel knew whose pole that was.
Bad Cat Chris 