Here is a post from July of 2016. I still make the same homemade food but only give it to them for breakfast. I give them canned food for lunch and dinner. I learned that too much of the same thing means they won’t eat it. I also learned that they won’t eat anything but chicken. Even turkey is a no,
I now work for an aquarium maintenance service. The business is run out of my boss’s home. I show up there at 6:15 in the morning four days a week. Earlier I introduced you to Bill, who is almost always on the pool table ready to greet me. There are also two other cats there, Sampson and Delilah, who are siblings.
Bill was happy to see me the first day we met. Sampson was a bit shy, and it took him a month or two to warm up to me. Now he waits for me outside and greets me when I get out of my car. Delilah took about six months to warm up to me. She is now happy to get pets from me, but she doesn’t yet seek me out.
This is a post from July of 2016. Chris wore me down and I gave up on weaning him off dry food. I try to keep it to a minimum, but he still gets his kibble.
Good morning, everyone. I hope your day is going as good as Frankie’s. He started out this morning rolling around on the dining room table. Actually, he started by knocking my coffee off the table, but the point is, he was a happy kitty.
That was followed by a nice walk where he got to see at least four dogs and a squirrel.
It doesn’t get much better than that.
Here is Floki and Chris Tuesday evening. As usual, Chris is using another cat as a pillow.
Here is a post from July of 2016 When Floki was still a kitten.
While on a walk with Frankie this morning we encountered a group of Peacocks.
I looked up the name for a group of Peacocks and were presented with multiple choices. My favorite was a ostentation, but they can also be called a pride, muster, or party. I also learned that a group of female peacocks, or fowls in general, would be called a bevy. I believe these were all female.
Frankie was remarkably calm, although I did have to restrain him once.
I’ve had a few regrets in my life but only one egret. This one hung around our house for a couple of years. I think the people that lived there before us might have fed him. We rarely gave him anything but he, or she, kept coming around.
The above photo was taken nine years ago yesterday. It is Puck and Frankie both wishing they could go outside. Chris was there too.
Considering that all of or cats, especially Chris, like to get under the covers on our bed, I thought they would like their own bed with a cover on it so I picked one up about a week ago.
Floki took to it right away. Surprisingly, Chris waited his turn like a gentlecat.
I’ve seen Frankie in there too, but Chris forced him out before I could take a picture.
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I feel bad for Chris sometimes when I watch him get down from a height that wouldn’t normally be a problem for a cat. His excess weight and arthritis means when he jumps down from the sofa or something at a similar height, he tends to stumble after hitting the ground.
A little while ago I watched him climb up to one of the cat perches. He first jumped up onto his crate, moved over to the tall cat perch, climbed up the “steps” and then over to the Z shaped perch and finally to the where he is in the photo below.
It looked like Chris wanted to jump to the floor, which would surely have hurt him if he tried, so I pushed a shorter cat perch next to him and then put a pillow on the ground to hopefully keep him from hurting himself on the way down.
Of course, now he’s changed places with Floki and will probably come down the way he went up.
Bad Cat Chris 