I noticed a couple of videos from last year that I intended to post but forgot about before I got around to uploading them.
The first was when Frankie met an armadillo. It was on the tenth of August last year.
The next one was taken on the fifth of October. I have several videos of this ginger cat who lived at the opposite end of the street behind us in our old neighborhood.
So far, we haven’t encountered outside cats where we live now.
My wife took out the cats’ heating pad this morning, and Floki is already taking advantage of the warm bed.
Our association comprises six houses arranged in an L shape around a common vacant lot. Between each house and on each end is a six to eight-foot decorative wall. Frankie had jumped onto these walls about three times and attempted to jump a couple more times before I stopped him.
Here he is on the wall at the opposite end from our house. I think he has declared the entire area his.
This continues the Frankie and Floki saga from July 2016. As far as Frankie’s sneezing is concerned, he has been doing that since we adopted him, and he continues to be a big sneezer today. Perhaps whatever allergy he has was acting up at that time.
Has anyone with cats ever packed for a trip and not seen this?
My wife went on a business trip this week and put her suitcase on the table to pack. Knowing Frankie would lay on top of it she covered it with a towel.
I dug deep into the vault for these two photos today. Both are from August 1967. The first is a photo of our dog Ceaser. He was our second dog after a St. Bernard named Bruno. If you read “Identity Crisis” you will know I borrowed the name and used it for a police dog.
Next is a photo of my sister Holly and me with Samantha, another basset hound that we got after Ceaser.
Unfortunately, it is the only photo I have of Samantha. We didn’t have her long when we came home one evening and discovered the door was not closed properly and both dogs escaped the house. Ceaser came back and was waiting for us by the front door. We never saw Samantha again. I like to think a nice person found her and gave her a home.
When we adopted Floki in July 2016, he had an eye infection that nobody was aware of until it spread to our other cats.
Frankie has always been fascinated by squirrels. I think he likes how easily they climb trees and wants to be just like them.
The other day he jumped up onto a tree in our yard.
I had to hold Frankie back from climbing higher into the tree.
The next day he was at it again. This time he chose a tree in the vacant lot in front of our house. Technically, the front of our house is the side opposite the driveway.
I hope he doesn’t escape at our new home, or we may have to call the fire department to get him out of a tree.
Since Chris has been gone, I no longer have the opportunity to capture cute photos of cats snuggling close together. This is as close as it gets now.
Here is another video of Floki from July 2016. This time he is attacking a pillow.
Bad Cat Chris 