Frankie and I ended up at the clubhouse again the other day. This time, something was going on inside.
A man spotted Frankie peeking in and came out to greet him.
After the door was open, Frankie stuck his head inside, getting a lot of ooos and ahhhs from the people inside. I didn’t get a picture of that but you can imagine the scene.
I just put the laundry on the bed to fold yesterday but Floki beat me to it.
Frankie is more sophisticated and prefers his laundry on a hanger.
I hope all our American friends had a nice Thanksgiving. We had a few friends over. Frankie and Floki did greet our guests but spent much of their time napping on our bed. I disturbed Floki when I thought I would get a photo of two sleeping cats.
If Chris was still with us there would not be a separation like there is here.
Here is Tigger on this day in 2009.
I would guess that we just put up our Christmas tree and Tigger was there to supervise.
Here is another post about Floki’s origin from July of 2016.
Here is Chris fighting with a stuffed animal the day after we adopted him.
He was soon tuckered out.
This post is very late, but when I realized what the date is today, I had to say something. Today would have been Chris’s fifteenth Gotcha Day.
That day in November 2009 was quite memorable. A little gold cat took over our household, and our lives have never been the same since.
Here is Chris and Rose on that first day.
He spent that night attacking our feet in bed and almost destroying the blinds in the bedroom windows. What a joy he was. I miss him.
Here is a post from July 4, 2016. It is one part of several about Floki’s origin.
During our walk yesterday, it started raining, so we came home, but Frankie was not ready to go inside yet. Instead, we hung out under the carport.
This post is from July 3, 2016, the day before we adopted Floki.
Bad Cat Chris 