The following morning, after Frankie encounter the two daring squirrels on a palm tree, we returned to the same tree and found the same two squirrels. This time, one of the squirrels was a little too confident and it almost cost him dearly.
Here is a photo of Chris and Tigger taken thirteen years ago tomorrow, on September 27, 2012.
Abby’s bed is empty. I don’t remember exactly when she died, but I think it was about two weeks before this picture was taken.
In unrelated news, I sent someone the Kindle version of my book, The Last Healer, almost two years ago, and just noticed they never accepted it. I don’t remember who it was, but I vaguely remember that person preferred a physical copy. I’m unsure how to reverse the transaction and get my money back, so I will send the link to the first person who expresses interest in it. I cannot guarantee that the link will still work, nor do I know if it needs to be approved by a specific person, but it’s worth a try.
Some of you don’t know this, but Chris ran for president in 2016. I know he got at least one vote.
Frankie encountered a couple of squirrels on a palm tree this morning, who seemed to take great pleasure in taunting Frankie. they came down very low and I was certain Frankie would try to catch one of them, but he didn’t. He even showed a submissive posture at one point.
I was fascinated by watching the squirrels. My face came within twelve inches of one of the squirrels a few times, but the squirrel had no fear. I did put my hand out once, but they avoided that. I found the most interesting aspect was watching the interactions between the two squirrels. Because of the angle, it’s not easy to see, but one squirrel would sometimes put its front paws on top of the other squirrel. This video is a little long, but I think it is worth watching.
We came across an arrogant squirrel the other day who gave Frankie a good talking to.
This post is from October 2016. We will be going away again for a couple of days this October, so the boys will have another sitter to deal with.
Chris’s Marker arrived this morning.
I wanted something to mark the spot where I buried the container that held his remains. It came with plastic holders to hold it up at an angle but I thought I would prefer it to lay on the ground. I was wrong. It didn’t look right so I propped it up.
It is 4 x 8 inches and made of a polished black granite and laser engraved. The description says it will never fade. I didn’t notice when I took the photo but because it is smooth it is also very reflective. You can see my leg reflected in the photo.
It is near the sidewalk so I expect my neighbors will notice it and say something. Fortunately, we have nice neighbors so I don’t expect any negative comments.
This photo was taken fifteen years ago yesterday. Tigger and Alex were lying together and Chris inserted himself between them.
It’s always fun to see an old video with Chris in it. This was from October 2016.
After waiting a year, I finally spread Chris’s remains in front of our house on the anniversary of his death. It felt good to finally put him to rest.
A year ago, I did not want to spread his remains at our current home because I suspected we would not live there much longer. I was right. We moved into our new home the day after Christmas.
At the time, I thought since he never lived at our new home, it would be more appropriate to spread his ashes at our West Virginia home, where he loved hanging out on the catio. Unfortunately, we had problems from the moment we arrived there at the end of May. I soon felt that we would not own that house for very much longer. I didn’t know we would sell it three months later. I suspected we would put it up for sale at the end of our stay in October, or maybe at the end of our stay the following year. In any case, I decided to bring Chris home to Florida.
My wife came outside with me to take photos. I opened the container. A few ashes came out, then nothing.
I looked inside and saw everything had hardened into one clump.
It felt disrespectful but I tapped the container on the sidewalk several times and tried again. It worked.
It felt wrong to throw away the container, so I dug a hole and buried it in front of our catio.
We have a nice front yard. Our driveway is at the back of the house. The front faces an empty lot that is owned by the six homes in our little association. Our house is at the end, so we also have more room on one side of our house. The original plan when the homes were built in the sixties was to have ten homes surrounding a courtyard. There are several associations just like that down our street. For some unknown reason, four homes were never built, leaving us with a unique natural area in front of our house.
What do you think? Do you like the spot I chose for Chris?
Bad Cat Chris 