This is the second time this week Frankie unwound the toilet paper roll, this time in the other bathroom. If it becomes a habit, I might have to start mounting the roll so it goes under instead of over. Parish the thought.
It’s not bad enough that Chris has to tip over his food bowls because he is too lazy to stand up and eat, now he started tipping over his water bowl.
The cats have three water bowls. The one that is used most often is a raised water bowl that is in the living room. There is also a bowl in the cat’s room and another bowl in our bedroom. Those are not raised bowls. Friday I noticed water in the living room next to the bowl. It was not tipped over but there was a significant amount of water on the floor. The next day Rose told me that Chris had tipped the water bowl over twice.
I decided to put the tall bowl in the cat’s room and put the regular bowl in the living room. I thought this might solve the problem. Not long after I did that, I saw Chris walk over to the water bowl, lie down, and start drinking while lying down.
A little while later I saw what he did with the raised bowl in the cat’s room.
The raised bowl is now out of service.
I walked into the bathroom the other day and discovered that Frankie was busy unrolling the toilet paper.
When I left the bathroom, I found that Chris was busy turning over his food bowls.
Remind me again why I have pets.
I was going through photos and found this one of Chris and Floki from July.
I have so many photos that it is easy to miss some good ones sometimes.
Floki looks like he is preparing for a boxing match.
I’m happy to report that my new book is available now. I wrote this one much faster than the first one, which took five years. I finished the first draft in less than six weeks. It is a little shorter than my first book, but I believe it will appeal to a broader audience. It is part mystery, part romance, and it has a little science fiction sprinkled in. It is called The Last Healer.
Like last time, I could use some help. I need people to review the book. I chose not to enroll this book into KDP Select this time so, unfortunately, I will not be able to offer it for free. Because it is shorter, it is cheaper than my last book, and because it is not in KDP Select, I was able to publish it on other platforms. So far those other platforms only have the e-book version, but I’m thinking of offering the paperback version elsewhere besides Amazon, even though my cut would be half. Click here to see some of the places the book is available. I’m still waiting for Google Play Books to approve it.
I wrote more about it on my personal blog here.
If you do read the book, I would love to hear what you think.
We had a box the other day that Chris immediately took over but Floki was good and waited his turn.
Last week, my wife and I went on a cruise with her son and his fiance. Jamaica was our second port. We arrived there Wednesday morning. My wife booked us all on a “comfortable” bus tour around the island. It was probably the worst excursion we ever went on. The bus was small, and the spacing between the seats was designed for people under five feet tall. Worse, and something Rose didn’t realize when she booked it, was that it was a five-hour trip. We were stuck crammed on this bus for five hours with only a few opportunities to get out and stretch our legs. Those opportunities involved stopping at a place where a dozen vendors were waiting to pounce as soon as you got off the bus to try to sell you genuine Jamaican souvenirs made in China. We chose to suffer on the bus rather than off most of the stops.
The only bright spot of the trip was when we stopped for lunch. It wasn’t bright because the food was good (It was the worst food I ever experienced on a cruise). It was bright because I got to meet several stray cats.
The first one greeted us when we got off the bus. He followed me to the bathroom and then waited outside for me.
We then went to where they were serving lunch. They offered us three choices: jerk chicken, pork sausage, and chicken sausage. I chose the chicken sausage. We sat down to eat, but the sausage was a bit spicy, which is why I avoided the jerk chicken.
I saw two more cats show up as people started eating. This one was getting attention from a human and another cat.
They then came to me.
I gave them some of my sausage and they happily ate it. Soon a third cat showed up.
I suppose they were used to the food there. After a while, the first cat I saw came to me but he wanted nothing to do with my chicken sausage. I guessed he was the smartest one in the bunch.
Frankie escaped last week and he does what he always does. He hides under a car where I can’t catch him.
I am writing this post from a cruise ship. My wife and I started our vacation yesterday.
Before we drove to the cruise terminal yesterday, I took Frankie for a walk. During the walk Frankie took me to the far side of our community’s laundry room. He walked between a fence and a bush, where I couldn’t follow, so I let go of his leash and went around to collect him on the other side.
Just then he heard or saw something that scared him and he took off running, dragging his leash behind him. I ran after him. He stopped momentarily but heard me running. That must have scared him more so he ran up a palm tree.
He then had to figure out how to get down so he turned around and came down like a squirrel.
It’s always an adventure with Frankie.
Bad Cat Chris 