Photo Friday: Classic Princess


Today’s post should be called Photos Friday because I found several photos of Princess dated August 2001. Since we are selling our West Virginia home, we have no room in the car to bring back the two large storage containers of old photographs, nor do we have room to store them in our little one-bedroom home in Florida. So, I have been sorting through them, keeping the best ten percent. Here are a few photos of Princess that are keepers.

The last photo is Vinny with Princess.

On another note, I decided to release some of my books as audiobooks on YouTube. I started with The Last Healer. There will be a new chapter released every Tuesday and Friday at 7 p.m. The first two chapters are here.

I would appreciate it if you would subscribe to help get the channel started. The more likes and subscribers I get, the more YouTube will recommend it to others. You can listen to up to Chapter 4, with Chapter 5 coming out this evening.

Photo Friday: Favorite Spots


My wife put a wicker table on the catio a while ago, and it has become Frankie’s new favorite spot. Floki’s favorite spot is near where you see him in this photo. Apparently, they want to be where the neighbor’s dog can see them and get all riled up.

Frankie’s second favorite spot is near the house, but also on the catio. In fact, he spends nearly the entire day on the catio, only coming in to use the litter box and eat.

We Are Selling Our West Virginia Home


We decided this would be our last summer in our West Virginia home.

While we love the house, we have never spent more than two months here until now. We’ve come to realize that it is great to escape the hustle and bustle of living in a densely populated area in Florida, but only for a little while. The truth is, it’s boring here. It’s usually a 45-minute drive to do anything halfway interesting.

Add the fact that there is so much work to be done on the house this year. It feels like a money pit. We spent $22,000 on a new roof alone. We also spent about $450 to repair our stove and had to purchase a new dishwasher, among other things.

I think the straw that broke the camel’s back was when Rose was bit on the foot by a brown recluse spider. She developed a terrible, itchy, and painful rash all over her leg and other parts of her body. She went to the doctor three times trying to get relief. It finally subsided after more than two weeks.

What bothers me is the fact that I worry about the cats more here. Today, the neighbor’s dog was again outside desperately trying to break through the fence to get at Frankie.

We listed it last Wednesday. So far, we have had two couples look at it. The second is talking to their bank about it, and the first wants to see it again tomorrow. I put a sign on the door informing people to watch out for Frankie.

Now comes the challenge of getting rid of everything we brought here or bought for the place. We will bring some back to Florida, but our house there is tiny in comparison.

How Domestic Cats Fight


We all know that when outside cats fight, it can get brutal, but what about when inside cats fight? I don’t know about all inside cats, but at our house, it’s pretty tame. The exception would be the early fights between Chris and Frankie when Frankie first joined our family, and one other fight a year or two later between those two. It was so bad that we had to separate them between a closed door.

Other than that, fights at our house are more like roughhousing. Sometimes it seems they are fighting in slow motion. For example, here is Frankie and Floki last night.

Do your cats fight? If so, how do they fight?

Photo Friday: Are You My Mother


I was putting mulch down around our pear tree the other day when a bird showed up and started tweeting to me. I think it was a robin but it wasn’t colorful. I thought maybe I was working around its nest but I didn’t see one.

I put my finger out and almost touched it but I didn’t want it to fly away so I withdrew my hand. I took a video of it and posted it on Facebook. Someone told me it was a fledgling and was probably kicked out of the nest by the mother. That made me think of that children’s book, “Are You My Mother.”