It seems almost every day when Rose and I return from work, all the cats are in the living room looking out the window like they were expecting us at that time. I suppose that is understandable because we come home at around the same time every evening, but that doesn’t explain how they are there waiting at the window on the weekend when we come home at random times. I am convinced that they know the specific sound our truck makes and hear it when we get close to the house. After all, the cats have excellent hearing. I was able to test that theory yesterday.

In 2009, when Rose got transferred and we moved to Myrtle Beach for sixteen months (where we found Chris), it was easier to get rid of my truck than to bring two vehicles, five cats and a moving truck. Since then, I have enjoyed…

We let our cats outside again on Sunday for some backyard fun. This time nobody caught a lizard and Frankie did not get on the roof (although he came close), but there was trouble nonetheless.

Both Frankie and Chris went through the fence to the property next door and the both came back on their own but then Frankie went through the fence again and led me on a drawn out chase like last week. During these chases, I have discovered that Frankie tires a lot faster than I do and then I think that I can just wait until he is too tired to run and then scoop him up, but it is not that easy. This is because Frankie has discovered a trick from Chris’s old playbook. He crawls under cars where I can’t reach him. He did that last week and he did it again on Sunday.