Two weeks after we moved into our new home, a woman moved in next door. She saw me walking Frankie, and when I told her his name, she said, “Oh, my cat’s name is Frankie, too.” What are the odds?

Her Frankie is a female tuxedo cat. She is allowed outside without a leash, although I think she spends much of her time inside. We soon learned that her Frankie is timid and retreats when humans were around.

One day, while the cats were in our screened room, I heard cats howling at each other. I walked out to see what was happening and saw girl Frankie near the screen talking to boy Frankie. She quickly retreated and watched us from a distance.

I know this is not a great photo, but I don’t have a close-up picture of her.

Here is a post I did at the end of July 2016 about how I make the cats’ raw, homemade food. I do the exact same thing today, although now, they only get the food first thing in the morning. The rest of the day, they get a combination of canned food, kibble, and Stella and Cheweys for treats.

Here is a post from July 2016. Chris wore me down. I never could get rid of the dry food. Even now, we keep dry food out. If I let the bowls go empty, my wife will fill them. While she is filling them, she will say something like this to the cats, “Don’t worry. Your daddy wants to let you starve, but I won’t let that happen.” This, of course, happens when there is still wet food in their bowls.

Yesterday was the anniversary of my dad’s passing in 1999. He was the kind of man that could do anything he set his mind to. I still miss him. Here he is in 1968.

Yesterday was also the anniversary of Puck’s passing in 2018. Puck was a good boy who suffered from urinary problems. He died way too young. Here he is at my sister-in-law’s house just before we adopted him.

Coincidentally, I was cleaning out my full email inbox yesterday and came across a document I scanned and emailed myself a while ago. It was a vaccination certificate that showed Puck’s birthday as September 1, 2012. I don’t believe I ever knew his exact birthday. That’s assuming the date listed was not an estimate.

Here’s a post from July 2016. I probably didn’t title it right since there is no music. Young Floki keeps stealing Puck’s food, while Chris and Frankie won’t eat.