Frankie insisted that we go for a walk yesterday morning despite the coming hurricane. It had stopped raining so I figured it wouldn’t hurt to let him out.
It was windy and Frankie was hesitant at first but we made our way to the clubhouse and, as usual, Frankie wanted to go inside.
Later he jumped up into a tree. He wanted to go higher but I prevented that so he got down.
After we got a fair distance from our house it started to rain so I picked him up and carried him home.
It’s about 6:30 p.m. on Thursday as I write this. I thought the worst of the storm would be about 3:00 p.m. but it is about as windy as I’ve seen it today right now. Don’t worry though, it’s not as bad as I expected. As long as it gets no worse we’ll be fine.
I managed to get home from work just before it started raining this afternoon. We are getting rain from the outer edge of Hurricane Helene. It will continue to move north, closer to us, throughout tonight and tomorrow. We should feel the strongest impact sometime tomorrow afternoon.
We are in a mandatory evacuation zone, which doesn’t amount to much because I know of nobody who is leaving, including us. Where would we go? All the hotels are booked, and many shelters don’t take pets. I’m sure bringing our pets to a pet-friendly shelter would be a nightmare. We probably wouldn’t be able to let them out of their carriers except for potty breaks.
The last time I checked, the storm would pass to the west of us as a category four hurricane. We live between Clearwater and St. Petersburg. The graphic I saw showed our area at the edge of hurricane-force winds. I assume that means we will feel category one force winds, which are 74-95 MPH. I don’t think our kitties will enjoy that too much. The storm might turn east, which would be bad for us, but it could also turn west, which would be a big help.
Of course, Frankie bugged the heck out of me to take him out for a walk. I picked him up and opened the door so he could see the rain. I thought that would be the end of it, but he kept bugging me, so I got his harness and took him outside.
Once outside, he stayed under the carport, where it was dry. I tied up our outdoor furniture, which Frankie found quite interesting.
Hopefully, we won’t lose power or a roof or anything like that. Wish us luck.
I picked up Chris’s ashes from the vet today. I wanted to show you, so I took everything out and set it on a cat perch to take pictures.
Frankie jumped onto the perch, so I quickly put everything back in the bag before he knocked it on the floor. He was surprisingly curious about what was in the bag. It was almost as if he could smell Chris or somehow sense it was him. I don’t know.
This is the first time we have ever received the ashes from one of our pets. I plan on bringing him to our house in West Virginia when we go there in the spring. We have a fairly large backyard. I think that would be a good place to spread his ashes.
Often, when Rose and I sat down to watch television, Chris would get on the sofa and lie next to me. Usually, he would be half on and half off my lap. After a while, he would decide I had enough attention, and it was Mama’s turn. he would walk over to her and lie down at her side. I found this photo from the first of August that shows this. On this day, Frankie happened to be there first, but that was more of an exception than the rule.
Rose returned from her cruise on Thursday. That evening she was saddened to know Chris would not be joining her on the sofa.
After Chris died, I worried that we would never again see our cats cuddle together. While they aren’t yet cuddling, they are touching each other. It’s progress.
Bad Cat Chris 