On our drive back to Florida, Floki went through bouts of anxiety when he had enough and wanted out. I recorded a video so you could see what we went through.
Floki Wants Out
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Our Trip Home – Part Two
The first half of our trip was relatively uneventful although after a few hours Floki decided he would cry continuously while clawing at the screen on their carrier. Fortunately, he gave up after a while.
I bought them a huge carrier for the trip up that is almost as wide as the car. It also has two pullouts like a modern RV. We put a small litter box on one end which came in handy yesterday. We are bringing home so much stuff, I couldn’t open the pullout near the litter box because we packed more stuff into the car than I thought possible. Even so, they still had plenty of room.
We traveled for eight and a half hours, stopping twice to charge the car and once because my back was hurting and I needed to stretch.
We got up early this morning because Rose wanted to get on the road before the holiday traffic. I brought most everything out to the car, knowing I would have to remove it, put the cat carrier into the car, and then hopefully put everything back in so it fits.
Rose was ready at around quarter to six. Fortunately Floki was already in the carrier so Rose put Frankie in and zipped it up. I put the carrier on a cart and as I pushed the cart out the door I watched Frankie run out the door ahead of me.
That shocked Rose and I. Frankie darted down the hall with me in hot pursuit. He turned down the hallway with the elevators and stopped. He was probably unsure which floor he wanted to go to. That’s when I grabbed him.
We learned later the zipper on the other side was still unzipped. We counted our blessings that Frankie didn’t wait until we got outside to escape.
Floki had two or three crying fits on the way home. We stopped twice to charge the car. While we were stopped we gave the cats some food and water. We also cleaned the litter box. They didn’t use the litter box on the way to West Virginia but they sure did on the way home.
It is now 2:30 and we are twelve miles from home. Once the cats are in the house I will push “publish” on this post and you will know we arrived safely.
Heading Home
I just wanted to post a quick note saying we are on our way back to Florida. We packed more into our car than I thought possible and were on the road a few minutes before seven.
We will stay in Orangeburg, South Carolina, which is around the halfway point. We will probably get there before three. If we didn’t have the cats with us we would probably push it and go farther but they will need to get out of their carrier and use the litter box. The carrier is quite large and we did put a small litter box in it but they didn’t use it on the way up here.
We signed our closing documents for the house yesterday and the buyers will sign late this afternoon. Hopefully all goes well and we can close this chapter of our lives.
Two More Days
Our house is under contract, and if all goes well, it will close on Friday. We won’t be here then. As the sellers, we will close on Wednesday afternoon, and the buyers will close two days later. Our plan is to get out of Dodge on Thursday morning. Of course, there is a lot to do before leaving, so we will get out later than we would like, but at least we will soon be back home to a simpler life with fewer worries.
We haven’t told Frankie and Floki yet. We thought we would surprise them. Frankie might be a little disappointed after meeting a new friend a few houses away, but once we get home, he will be able to see the girl Frankie again who lives next door.
Photo Friday: New Driver
On Wednesday, we rented a boat at a place called Summerville lakes. Once we were sure no police were around we let our visitor, Cindy, take the wheel. Don’t tell anyone but she’s not old enough to get a permit.
Throwback Thursday: The Couch Pooping Continues
This post is from October 2016. Despite the occasional bad times, I miss Puck.
Our Dog Visitor Having Fun
My stepson showed us how he and his French Bulldog have fun with water. This is a video worth watching.
An Unwanted Guest
My stepson, Nick, and his fiancée, Chandra, arrived late yesterday for a week-long visit. They brought along their French bulldog, Cindy. As I was helping bring their stuff in from the car, I witnessed a meeting between Frankie and Cindy. Cindy was on our catio, and Frankie was in the laundry room. The door was open, and they were both face-to-face, seemingly smelling each other.
I thought to myself, Oh, that meeting went better than I envisioned it. Just then, all hell broke loose. Frankie started whacking Cindy relentlessly. He chased her onto the catio and under the table, where he continued his assault. I tried to get Frankie while Rose and Chandra tried to get Cindy. We were delayed because it was difficult getting them from under the table. When we finally did pick them up, we had to remove Frankie’s claw from Cindy’s back. During the scuffle, Frankie got me. too.
We kept them separated for a while, with Frankie outside while Cindy was inside, and then with Cindy outside while Frankie was inside. One time, Frankie was on the Catio while Cindy was in the yard.
I did bring Frankie in on a leash at one point, hoping to introduce them in a more controlled environment. That went okay, but certainly no friendship developed.
Later, Frankie was outside when our neighbor’s dog went crazy, trying to bust through the fence to get at Frankie. I decided he needed to come in at that point.
Once inside, Frankie and Floki met to plan their next move.
I don’t remember exactly what happened next, but a few minutes later another one-sided fight occurred, this time under the dining room table, and again, my hand got in the way.
Later, we sat in the living room for a while with Cindy on Chandra’s lap with a pillow over her for protection while Frankie lay in a chair giving her the evil eye.
I don’t know how we are going to last a week.
Photo Friday: Bedtime Attention
My wife and I usually hang out in the bedroom for a half hour or so before going to bed. This is often the time Frankie comes looking for attention, although it is not the only time. Here he is a few nights ago.
Photo Friday: Oh, Deer!
We drove to Parkersburg last weekend and decided to take the backroads home where we saw several deer. Most were either too far away to photograph or scampered into the woods before we got close enough. These were the brave ones.
Bad Cat Chris 