It is pretty cool that our cats get along as good as they do. This photo was from Wednesday evening but as I write this on Thursday evening they are all grouped together on the bed in a similar way.
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More Outside Cat Encounters
I previously mentioned how Frankie can sometimes be oblivious to what is happening around him. Case in point: Two days ago we were outside and Frankie decided to start rolling around in the dirt, probably to the amusement of the cat lying on a nearby table.
The cat saw us but remained quiet and seemingly unconcerned. Frankie never saw the cat there watching us.
Today Frankie did notice an outside cat.
The cat made a short, howling noise and then remained quiet. Surprisingly, after about ten seconds, Frankie got bored and turned and walked away.
Every day is a new adventure with Frankie.
Frankie Meets Another Stray
I have been taking Frankie for a walk almost every day since my job went out of business. This means there are many more chances for meeting stray or outside cats. Yesterday, a stray saw us and started walking toward us.
I thought it might be a friendly encounter but Frankie had something else in mind.
I can’t help but wonder what happens when he escapes and is gone for three hours.
By the way, I did accept a job offer yesterday so I will be spending less time at home soon.
Photo Friday: Cats Before Bedtime
My wife and I usually sit in our bedroom for about an hour before we go to bed. Within the first ten minutes, all three cats usually filter into the room and join us. I have to get under the cover to protect myself from betting scratched by Chris.
For the Love of Chris
Here is a post from May 2016 for Throwback Thursday. Chris is still the same today. He is on my lap as I write this.
I might be a bad pet parent for saying this, or even thinking it, but I love one of our cats more than the others. I know that sounds terrible. It’s like saying you love one child more than another.
I’m talking about Chris, of course, but I’m not sure love is the right word. It is harder to define than that. It is like I have formed an emotional bond with him and I know when our time together comes to an end, breaking that bond will be the hardest thing to do since my dad passed away. To be fair, I do love all our cats but Chris is a bit different.
The reasons I have formed such an attachment are many. The badness that I talk about on this blog is just a behavior. There are many other sides to Chris. There is funny Chris, cute Chris, Talkative…
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Close Encounters of the Feline Kind
Frankie has been going on many walks since I have been out of work. Yesterday morning he took me to the street behind our house. There, about five or six houses up the street, Frankie found one yard that had a lot of captivating smells. I’m sure the smells had something to do with the gray and white cat that was lying in the grass and casually watching us. The cat had a collar and was probably wondering what we were doing in his or her yard.
Frankie was far too busy smelling to pay attention to his eyes. After some time, the cat decided to be friendly and started walking toward us. I thought it would be a good idea to pick up Frankie and move him out of sight before he noticed the cat.
He was upset that I took him away from all those smells but he soon found other interests. Eventually, we worked our way back to our street. This time Frankie noticed another cat.
This one didn’t have a collar and I believe it was the same one Frankie encountered before.
I do not know if these encounters with cats would end up friendly or not so friendly, but I prefer not to find out. I turned off the camera and took Frankie away from this cat too. I set him down out of sight of the cat and Frankie just sat there for a long time, perhaps waiting for the cat to come into view. After a while, I picked him up and carried him home.
On a separate note, I want to share a funny story about Frankie. About a week ago, Frankie was sitting on the cabinet that we have in front of the dining room window. I was in the kitchen and watched Frankie jump from the cabinet to the dining room table. It was a simple jump, perhaps two feet, but he missed. His front paw missed the table and he landed on his head and did a summersault and popped back up on his feet on the table like he was performing a comedy act in a circus. I wished I had it on film because it surely would have gone viral.
Photo Friday: Stairway to Trouble
Here is Chris and Tigger twelve years ago today.
When you came into our condo, the stairs were to the right and a long, kitchen counter was to the left with a walkway between them. Chris could never be bothered with walking around and would jump from the stairs to the kitchen counter or from the kitchen counter to the stairs.
Escape is a Team Effort
Here is a post from May of 2016 about a subject readers of this blog know well.
My friend was at our house on Sunday and as he was coming in Chris ran out the door. With quick reflexes, my friend grabbed Chris before he made it past the first stair. Unfortunately, the delay in closing the door was long enough for Frankie to slip out. That, in turn, was the distraction Chris needed to get away as well.
Chris usually stays close so I don’t worry too much about him. Mostly he just eats grass but he will wander away if given enough time.
Frankie is the one I worry about because he just takes off. I think he searches the neighborhood for fleas, at least that seems to be the result sometimes. If he is not going under homes then he is hiding under cars so I can’t catch him.
On this day I just gave up and waited until Frankie was ready. While I was…
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Floki Turns Seven
My wife is on a business trip in Virginia right now. She texted me last night to remind me it was Floki’s birthday and to go out and buy him a new toy. I’m usually the one in the family that remembers important dates but I dropped the ball this time.
I don’t know exactly when Floki was born. When we got him on the fourth of July I was told he and his brother were about six weeks old when they were found on Memorial Day. At the time, I figured April 18 would be a good day to call his birthday.
Here he is at the vet’s office where we adopted him.
Here he is on the first day home with Chris.
Ten days later he was quite comfortable in our house.
He gradually developed his dark color.
And he filled out a bit.
He has become an important part of the trio.
Today I will be off to the pet store, but what do you get a cat that has everything?
The last time I took Frankie for a walk he not only lied down in the grass he completely stretched out.. He sure can be funny sometimes.
Does anybody else have a cat that stretches like that while they’re laying down?