The other day we Frankie and I came across a mother cat and her two kittens. All three cats were nervous and retreated when Frankie came near. More likely it was me they were afraid of. I see that a lot in cats that we come across. Yesterday was different.
Yesterday we met a domesticated male, black cat who came toward us instead of running away.
I didn’t know what to expect from either cat.
There was some hissing coming from the black cat, who was probably protecting his territory, so I decided to pick up Frankie and get him out of there.
I am three days late with this post. We actually adopted Frankie on February 9, 2014. He did not have a name at the time, only a number.
Frankie – February 9, 2014
He was a perfect fit for our house because we were already used to dealing with a bad cat. Frankie gave us a run for our money and he still does. While Chris has slowed with age, Frankie hasn’t changed a bit.
We don’t know when Frankie was born. His paperwork said he was about three years old so we count this day as his birthday too. That would make Frankie thirteen years old now.
This photo was taken fourteen years ago on this day in 2010. It’s Chris hanging out with his good buddy Tigger.
This was taken using film. Remember that? I bought a film camera from my coworker and shot a roll to test it. I then sold the camera on Ebay but got some good photos out of the deal, including this picture of Abbey that I have shared before.
I did it again. I finished a book. It took over twenty-five years to write my first novel and now, six months later, I have two more books under my belt. This one, Falling Star, is shorter than the last two at 36,000 words but it is also priced less. Today and Tomorrow only you can get the eBook version for free. I only ask for an Amazon review in return. Click here to get the Kindle version.
I am what they call a discovery writer. Another word would be pantser, because people like me don’t outline first, we just fly, or write, by the seat of our pants. In this type of writing, it is like the story takes you where it wants to go. Stephen King is a famous pantser.
The book starts out with a meteorite crashing into Shenandoah National Park in the middle of the night. The next day, a female FBI agent is assigned to investigate the disappearance of a senator’s daughter. She teams up with a park ranger and soon they are investigating other strange and deadly things that are happening around them.
This book is part thriller, part mystery and part romance. It is a relatively short read, so if this sounds appealing to you, I hope you give it a read and let me know what you think.
On our walk Monday afternoon, we encountered a woman walking her little Yorkie. That dog was very interested in getting close to Frankie, but the woman held him back. She told me he had lived with cats and really liked them but was not a fan of other dogs.
I wish I had thought to take a video of the encounter because as the dog got closer, Frankie’s paw slowly rose. I told the woman a whacking was about to occur. Sure enough, three seconds later Frankie gave him a warning whacking. He didn’t make contact, but he let the dog know that he was not a dog-loving cat.
Chris has taken to lying down at the water bowl to drink.
For some reason, while he drinks, he also turns the mat that the bowl is on counterclockwise. It starts out looking like this.
The photo above was taken at 12:04 p.m. on January 7. The one below was taken at 1:59 p.m. on January 8.
The next photo was taken at 10:25 a.m. on January 9.
It did not quite make a full rotation but if I had come back at 12:04, I probably would have seen that Chris is rotating his bowl in precise 48 hour cycles. Now I don’t need a clock. I can just look at the position of his water bowl.
Bad Cat Chris 