When the laundry is washed and folded, this is when we add the cat hair.
A few weeks ago we won a cat tunnel from the Swiss Cats Blog. Our cats have enough toys so I asked Claire if she could have it sent to the Shelter where we adopted Chris. It is called Sav-R-Cats in Surfside Beach, South Carolina, near Myrtle Beach.
Yesterday I was informed that they received the tunnel as well as a few other things I wasn’t expecting. They posted this photo on their Facebook page and said I could use it. The caption is the text from the post.
Judging from the photos, the tunnel and mice look like high quality items. Plus the kitties got some cool treats to share. It looks like three of them are waiting for the picture taking to be over so they can dive in.
Each of our cats has his own special gift. Chris is highly intelligent, Frankie is exceedingly cute, and Floki can read minds. You read that right and I am not exaggerating. It is the only explanation for what I have witnesses again and again.
These mind reading skills were very apparent a couple of years ago when we tried to trim his nails. Later, when we gave up on trying to trim his nails, his psychic abilities would kick in when we wanted to bring him to the groomer to get his nails trimmed.
A recent example happened last Friday. I brought his carrier in from the shed and set it on the dining room table. He was sleeping on our bed and couldn’t see what I brought in. I casually walked into the bedroom to check on him. He was still sleeping so I pretended to get something out of the bathroom so he wouldn’t get suspicious and then walked back to the dining room.
I asked my wife to follow me into the bedroom with the carrier. My plan was to scoop him up, turn, and drop him into the carrier before he knew what hit him. It was a good plan but the instant I appeared in the doorway Floki jumped down and under the bed he went.
A little while later we heard Floki whining and saw him under the dining room table. Chris had him by the back of the neck and was holding him down. Chris used to sometimes do this with Puck and now he does it with Floki. Unlike Puck, Floki will make a big fuss until someone comes to rescue him.
It always seemed strange that little Chris could hold Floki down better than two grown adults but, at this place in time, that was a good thing. I thought I would grab him from Chris and put him in the carrier that was right there on the table. As soon as that thought entered my mind Floki’s struggles intensified as he looked in my eyes with fear on his face. By the time I got close enough to touch him he had freed himself and was gone. That was the first time I ever saw him get loose from Chris’s grasp.
A couple hours later I saw Floki sleeping on the small cat perch in the Florida room. It was the perch closest to the door so I thought I would sneak up on him and grab him. I quietly moved the carrier to the back of the sofa and came around the corner ready to grab him but he wasn’t there. I turned to look for him and saw him just before he ducked behind the sofa.
I have walked past him a hundred times since then but Floki has pretty much ignored me. The only difference is I have not thought about bringing him to the groomers since they closed on Friday.
What do you think? If he is not psychic, what is his secret?
I dug into the archives for today’s photo. This was taken August 28, 2005, the day we adopted Flash and Tigger (named Ernie and Dooly at the time). Tigger was adopted by my wife’s mother but she did not adopt his brother, Flash. Apparently, Flash was in such distress over the loss of his brother that the shelter called and said we either needed to adopt Flash as well or return Tigger. Since my mother-in-law was not ready for two cats, we took them both in.
While Tigger was very outgoing, Flash was not. In fact, he was so nervous that he scrunched himself under our kitchen cabinet as soon as we let the two of them out of their carriers.
We named him Flash because when you tried to pet him he was gone in a Flash. Tigger got his name because he seemed to bounce around the house like the cartoon Tigger.
Here are the two of them together a few days later.
For Throwback Thursday, this post is from almost five years ago when Chris decided Frankie was a better friend than an enemy but Frankie was not so sure. Today they mostly get along.
When we adopted Frankie, Chris behaved very uncharacteristically toward him. He did whatever he could to show Frankie he was not a welcome cat (See here). Eventually Chris accepted Frankie’s presence and took steps toward making peace with him but unfortunately Chris burned those bridges. Frankie turned the tables on him and became the aggressor and started attacking Chris on a regular basis.
Lately things have settled down a bit and I see Chris’s efforts are starting to pay off. Yes, there are still fights. Some of those fights are even started by Chris, but more and more I see the two of them hanging out relatively close without one trying to whack the other. Perhaps there is hope for the future.
Time flies when you’re having fun. It’s hard to believe that we are already celebrating Chris’s tenth birthday today. We celebrate his birthday on the 14th but we don’t know the exact date of his birth. We only know he was around six months old when we adopted him on November 14th.
If you haven’t already read Chris’s ebook, Bad Cat Chris: The Baddest Cat You’ll Ever Love, it will be free until midnight today (Pacific Time) to help celebrate his birthday. The book only covers the first three plus years after we adopted Chris but those three years were quite an adventure.
Today, I just want to share, or reshare, some of my favorite Chris photos from each year since we adopted him.
I hope you enjoyed this journey through time. It was very difficult to choose the best photo from each year so I just didn’t spend too much time thinking about it.
On another note, if anyone is interested in Genealogy, I am starting a series of posts about my efforts to research my family history and what I found along the way. The first post is up at http://charleshuss.com/2019/05/discovering-my-ancestry-part-1-a-difficult-beginning/
Happy Mother’s Day to all the moms out there. Even if all your kids have fur, you are still a mom that deserves to be pampered today.
The above photo is Abbey and Flash, taken in February, 2010. Abbey never had kittens of her own that we know of but she was very nurturing and was like a mother to some of our boys, including Flash and Chris. Below is Chris with his human Mom the day we adopted him.
It was time to make the bed the other day but who would blame me for not wanting to break this up?
Mark your calendars. Chris will turn ten on May 14 and his eBook will be free that day on Amazon. If you haven’t read it, it covers the first few years after we adopted him, which were the most difficult. Click here for the link.
For Throwback Thursday I thought I would share a post I did almost exactly four years ago. It is when I bought Frankie’s harness that he still uses today.
After the trouble Frankie caused for me during the last couple of cat outings, I decided it was time to put him back on a harness. The harness he had was just too hard to put on a struggling cat so I looked for a harness that was very easy to put on. I found one from a company called Bark Appeal. Judging by the name, I assume it is a dog harness but it also works for cats. This harness has two Velcro strips and putting it on is just a matter of wrapping it around his neck and abdomen.
Frankie seemed perfectly fine wearing it. He made no attempt to get out of it and gave no indication that it might be uncomfortable. I bought the mesh version because I thought it would be cooler and lighter but there were other fabric choices. I also got a size large…
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A cat and a pile of fresh laundry is like a littlie boy and a pile of fresh leaves.