I was looking through photos and found this one taken at the shelter two weeks ago.
I believe this was the same kitten that was playing with my shoelaces.
Photo Friday: Lap Kitten
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Frankie Escapes Again
Even though this post for Throwback Thursday is from April of 2015, I fell like I could write it today.
It seems our cat’s weekly romp in the back yard has come to an end, thanks to Frankie. The last couple of times we let them out, Frankie led me on a wild goose chase, hiding under cars along the way so I couldn’t catch him. Last week was the final straw and Rose decided she did not want to let them out again. Of course, not letting them out and not letting them get out are two different things.
Three times in the past week Frankie got out the front door when we were trying to leave or come in the house. Two of those times Chris ran out the door at the same time. They double team us. When we try to block one, the other cat sneaks around us and out the door and then when we shift our focus to that cat, we end up losing…
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Kitten Loves Shoelaces
I volunteered at the shelter a week ago and, just like the week before that, I found a kitten that loves to play with shoelaces.
Photo Friday: Sunbathing
Frankie really knows how to make the most of his walks and does not seem to care that I am there waiting for him.
The Greeting Committee
Here is another post from April of 2015 for Throwback Thursday. This is when Rose bought a new car and we surprised our cats.
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…
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Photo Friday: Time For a Rest
Yesterday was my 100th day in a row of posting on this blog. My previous record was around twelve. I did it mostly because I was in West Virginia for two months and only worked one of my three jobs. I am now back in Florida and working those three jobs again, which makes it difficult to keep up the pace. So, just like Frankie, I need time to rest.
I will probably go back to my old habit of two to three posts per week, or perhaps I will try to do a little better than that this time.
Could This be the End of Outside Adventures?
Here is a post from April of 2015 for Throwback Thursday. This must be the point when I decided Frankie needed to be on a harness and leash when bringing him outside.
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.
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Undercover Opponent
Chris’s love of getting under the bed covers and Floki’s love of attacking anything under the covers makes for an interesting combination.
The Best Scratching Post
Sometimes when I take Frankie for a walk he finds a tree to use as a scratching post.
I think it’s great when he does that because a real tree is what nature intended cats to scratch on. I wish I could put a real tree inside our house. Then, maybe, the cats would actually scratch where they are supposed to.
Precious Cat
My father-in-law had planned to come to our house for Thanksgiving but ended up in the hospital on Wednesday. Fortunately, it wasn’t too serious and he was released on Friday. Rose thought it would be a good idea to go see him so we packed some Thanksgiving leftovers and drove to the other coast.
We stopped to see him before going to our hotel in Melbourne. While Rose was outside talking to her dad, I went inside to see the cat.
Her name is Precious and she is a very friendly ginger girl. She was happy to have me pet her while she purred and rubbed her face on my hand. I felt guilty leaving her but I didn’t want to be antisocial.
If anything happens to Rose’s Dad or if it becomes too difficult for him to take care of her, she will become our cat. Of course, we don’t need four cats but I’m happy she is a friendly girl.
Bad Cat Chris 