Photo Friday: Detente


After The Fight of the Century things seem to be getting back to normal with Chris and Frankie.

I want to write a full post about what has been happening but my computer is in the shop and I am not very good posting from my phone.

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After the Fight


We had a major fight yesterday morning between Chris and Frankie. If you didn’t see the post you can find it here. Since Frankie was the aggressor we decided to bring him to the vet but after making the appointment we thought Chris should go instead. That decision came because Chris has seemed slightly more lethargic lately and because Frankie was getting along fine with Floki and with me so I doubted that a physical condition was making him irritable. 

Since moving, I haven’t found a new vet. When I looked for one yesterday morning none stood out above the others so I just picked the one that was the closest to home. I made a 3:30 appointment at The Animal Care Clinic of Largo

I put Chris in Floki’s carrier, which wasn’t easy, and made it there five minutes early. After a short wait someone put us in an exam room and an assistant, or vet tech, came in and asked a few questions and then took Chris away to weigh him. She came back with Chris in one arm and the carrier in the other. I guess she knew better than to try to shove him back in there. She told me he weighed 18 pounds, which was just over the 17.9 pounds on his last vet visit. 

While we waited for the vet, Chris did some exploring. 

He then settled down next to me.

The vet then came in with her assistant and we talked for a bit before she examined Chris. She did a lot of squeezing around his stomach, which Chris did not like. She also tried to look in his ears but Chris has always had a problem with some kind of black gunk that grows in his ears. Another vet gave us an ear cleaner for him which we don’t use as much as we should because he is such a pain to work with.

She did say that when cats lose a sense, such as hearing, they become more defensive. She offered to clean his ears and when I found out she would do it for only twelve dollars I said go ahead. It wasn’t easy. They had to wrap him in a towel and he kept breaking free so they had to keep rewrapping him. 

After the exam, she thought Chris was okay. She didn’t think he had diabetes because of his weight. I said that I thought diabetes was associated with weight gain but she said that cats lose weight and then gain it again after they are put on medication. She offered to do blood tests to rule out certain illnesses but she also seemed to doubt they were necessary so didn’t push them. She said basic blood work was $88 plus more for additional tests. Since I didn’t know what my cost was up to already I thought it would be better to save the money and bring Frankie in.

The vet spent a lot of time with us, more than any other vet in recent memory. That is why I was shocked when I saw the bill was $54. It seemed we could never leave our last vet for less than $180. If I had known, I might have said to go ahead with the blood tests. I might still bring him back after Frankie goes there.

Many of you were concerned about my injuries and I appreciate that. I can tell you that all my wounds seem to be healing fine except for my left index finger which is swollen right now. I am keeping an eye on it. 

When Chris got home Frankie seemed fine with him and almost five minutes passed before a fight started and we had to separate them. Chris slept in our room last night (which means I got very little sleep) and we tried to reintroduce them this morning. Frankie seems over it but Chris hasn’t forgotten and growled at Frankie so we decided to keep them separated for a while longer.

The Catfight of the Century


My wife and I were suddenly awakened this morning at 5 a.m. by the sound of the worst catfight I have ever heard. I sprang out of bed and opened the door to see Chris and Frankie going at it. I yelled for them to stop and tried to separate them to no avail. Chris then ran into the bedroom with Frankie on his tail. It was clear that Frankie was the aggressor so I picked him up to put him out of the bedroom but he scratched and dug his claws into me until I had to let him go.

Once he hit the ground he went after Chris again and I had no choice but to put my hands and arms in the line of fire again. I quickly picked him up and threw him out the door and quickly closed the door. When I say “threw” I mean “threw.” I was four feet from the door and didn’t want to risk further injury by walking him to another room.

I cleaned the blood off my hands and arms and put bandages on my fingers and then went out of the room. WhiIe I was making coffee I cleaned the water bowls so I could put one in the bedroom with Chris. I asked Rose to help since she was in the bedroom and Frankie was lurking outside the door. I thought I could quickly hand the water bowl to her while using my body as a shield to keep Frankie out, but I thought wrong. Frankie slipped past me and into the bedroom where he immediately attacked Chris again.

Rose tried to protect Chris with a pillow while I tried to get Frankie off him. I finally got Frankie out of the bedroom but my hands were torn up worse than ever.

cuts on arms

As soon as things settled down I brought a litterbox inside and closed Frankie in the Florida room, better known as the cats’ room, and opened the bedroom door so Chris could come out. He eventually wandered to where he could see Frankie and he started growling at him.
Frankie was growling at Chris too but you can’t hear it on the video.

I made an appointment as soon as the vet opened for Frankie to come in but they didn’t have an opening until 3:30. We didn’t know which cat should go but we figured the aggressor was more likely to have a problem. The funny thing was, Frankie was not being mean to Flokie and he was very affectionate to me. I sat in there with him for a while and he snuggled on my lap.

By 11 a.m. I noticed Chris lying on the spare bed and decided to close him in the spare bedroom and let Frankie out for a while.

Before I knew it, Frankie and Flokie were lying together on our bed. The comforter is missing because I had to wash the blood off it.

Rose is convinced that Chris is acting more lethargic than usual so we decided to bring Chris in instead of Frankie. I don’t know what we are going to do about the fighting. Hopefully, Chris is okay and this will all blow over.

Store Cat


There is a store near me in Largo, Florida that is literally named “World’s Most Unusual Dollar Store.” It is like a mom and pop Big Lots with a lot of cheap, Chinese made products but also some unusual items, hence the name. I was in there recently when I heard a cat meowing over and over again. I turned to see where the noise was coming from and saw a cat walk by the end of the aisle I was in. 

I followed him (I use him generically but don’t know the sex) but he was gone by the time I reached the end of the aisle. Fortunately, I was able to follow the meows and caught up with him a few Isles down.

He was very friendly and seemed to love it when I pet him. After a couple of minutes, I took my phone out and took his picture. This photo below is not perfect because he was moving but it’s good enough to see what he looks like.

As I was checking out I asked if that was their cat or did a stray get in the store? The lady said it was their cat but when I asked about the sex, she didn’t know. I didn’t pursue the matter. I just assumed it was a stray that they allowed to hang out in their store and probably fed.

If it was me, I would have brought the cat to the vet to have him fixed and checked for health issues. That is not to say I think badly of the store owners. Quite the contrary. Many store owners would rather call animal control than allow a cat to roam their store so I respect them for that.

What do you think?

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You Can’t Hide Catnip Gifts From Cats


My wife ordered new Kitty Kick Styx for our boys for Christmas to replace their old ones. They arrived when we were away in St. Augustine for a long weekend. The neighbor, who was watching our cats, brought the mail inside. She noticed Chris tearing up the package so she put it in the hall closet. She then noticed that Frankie was attacking the rest of the mail, which probably had a catnip smell,  so she put that in a kitchen drawer.

When we returned, the neighbor came by to tell us where our mail was. When we retrieved the package from the closet, Chris immediately started trying to get into it. We then felt like saving it for Christmas would not work so they all got an early present.

Frankie went absolutely crazy with his Kitty Kick Styx. 

cat with kitty kick styx

cat with kitty kick styx

Chris was a little more subdued but not much.

cat with kitty kick styx

Floki was cautious but he eventually warmed up to it.

cat with kitty kick styx

Has anyone tried these? What did your cat(s) think?

Chris’s Belated Gotcha Day


My A.D.D. has got the best of me again and I forgot about Chris’s gotcha day. We adopted Chris on November 14, 2009, at a shelter called Sav-R-Cats near Myrtle Beach, South Carolina. We don’t know his origin story. I just know he was brought there from another shelter west of Myrtle Beach, but I don’t remember from where. He was also adopted once and returned the next day because of bad behavior.

Chris on adoption day, 2009.

Chris has been a very difficult cat to raise but the rewards in entertainment and especially love and affection have been incalculable.

The Cocoa Incident


Monday evening my wife wanted to watch a Christmas movie and I, being a good husband, sat and watched it with her. Of course, one can’t watch a Christmas movie without hot cocoa so I, being a good husband, got up and made hot cocoa for both of us.

I made it through about half my cup when Frankie got on my lap.

cat on lap

Frankie on my lap at a different time.

I was then stuck with a half cup of hot cocoa in my left hand but couldn’t drink it because Frankie was lying partially on my arm. Soon after, Chris noticed where Frankie was and he suddenly needed to lie on top of me, next to Frankie.

At this point, I wanted to get rid of my cup so I said to Rose something like, “I’m stuck with this cup I can’t get rid of.” I didn’t want to ask her to get out of her seat but I was hoping she would volunteer. She didn’t. Maybe she was not paying attention. Fifteen seconds later, disaster struck.

Frankie decided Chris was annoying and got up to leave. As he was leaving his back foot landed inside my cup and tipped it over, dumping the contents on my pants and on the sofa. He then proceeded to walk across the sofa with his cocoa foot and then down to the carpet.

I got up and went into the kitchen to get some towels but Rose insisted I wipe the cocoa off Frankie’s foot first, so I got a wet paper towel and followed him into the bedroom. I was able to only get one swipe at his foot before he disappeared under the bed. I then went back to the living room where Rose handed me a wet towel.

I started wiping the cocoa off the sofa but Rose chastised me for doing it wrong. I was not clear on what I was doing wrong. Perhaps it was “no up down go side side.” I don’t know but she took over since she was the only one qualified to do it right and I went to change my pants.

Maybe popcorn will be on the menu for the next Christmas movie.