Finally, I have a box to myself.
Whacha doing, Frankie?
Go away, Floki. I was here first.
What’s going on here? Oh, where did that box come from?
Why can’t I have just a little peace?
I have my own box, Frankie. I don’t need yours.
It’s my box now, Frankie.
I don’t care, Chris. I have a new box.
The dreaded moving day is approaching fast. We have been packing up the house for the last couple of weeks and this past week we have moved a good portion of our belongings to the new place. This kind of thing can be a very stressful time for cats and Puck is a bit more nervous than usual but Chris and Frankie are having a ball. Chris has been through three other moves and he seems to enjoy the upheaval. This is new to Frankie but he too is having fun. Perhaps because there is an endless supply of boxes to play in.
The last two pictures were taken 14 hours apart.
Notice the teeth marks on the box on the right.
No cat can resist a mattress on its side.
Saturday the movers are coming for the big stuff and then we have to figure out how to get three cats in two carriers. One of the carriers is big enough for two cats but trying to put one in while the other is trying to get out can be a challenge. Wish us luck.
Bad Cat Chris 