Here is Abbey eleven years ago on August 6, 2011. I was surprised to see we still had one of those tube televisions in the bedroom.

Here is Abbey eleven years ago on August 6, 2011. I was surprised to see we still had one of those tube televisions in the bedroom.

Frankie is conserving his energy by resting on the putting green.

I guess that makes it green energy.
Yesterday morning, I just finished boiling water for the tea I was going to use in my homemade kombucha. I moved the pan off the burner and turned to open the tea bags when I heard a noise behind me. The thought of Frankie jumping on the stove entered my mind and I immediately turned around to see Frankie walking away, holding one paw up as if he was in pain. I tried to look at his paw but he ran away and hid in the cat tree box.
I didn’t want to traumatize him more by pulling him out so I waited. After five minutes he was out so I picked him up and asked Rose to check his paws while I held him. Fortunately, she didn’t see anything wrong but I thought a burn might show up later so I made a note in my head to check him that evening.
When I put him down he went out to the dining room and jumped on the table. There he held his paw up like there was a problem.

Rose blamed me for allowing Frankie to get on the kitchen counters. I blame Chris because, after years of struggling to keep him off the counters, he wore me down until I gave up trying.
I can’t really blame Chris, though, because I really need to be more forceful about discouraging Frankie from jumping on the counters, especially near the stove. This is the second time this has happened and I don’t want there to be a third. I think I assumed the first time would have been a lesson for him but apparently not.
Yesterday evening Rose checked his paws again and still saw nothing so Frankie got lucky. This time.
When Chris was young, he spent many mornings helping Rose get ready. Here he is nine years ago on July 18, 2013.

Frankie does not care that he is on the sidewalk leading to the pool. When he is ready to crash, he crashes.

I walked into the Florida room yesterday, or as we call it “The Cats’s room,” and was surprised to see Floki and Frankie lying together.

Typically, this kind of closeness almost always involves Chris. Floki and Frankie love to play together but they rarely lie together.
This photo was taken eleven years ago tomorrow on July 2, 2011. We visited my sister-in-law where I always get a bunch of good photos because she has so many cats.
Here is Holly, who is the original “bad cat.” We always wanted to take Holly home until we got a bad cat of our own.

I have made several Memes of Holly on my Just Fur Laughs blog, here is the one using this picture.
Frankie loves his little green blanket. We always put it on our bed for him when we make the bed. Lately, though, he seems to have lost interest in it until recently. Perhaps they had a fight and then made up.
Often on my walk with Frankie, we see many squirrels and birds. Sometimes they are close enough to prompt an attempted attack, which is thwarted by the leash or by me running alongside Frankie and making too much noise. More often than not, the birds or squirrels are far enough away to warrant only a curious look.

Here, Frankie is probably hoping the bird will wander into the danger zone.
After Chris’s last vet visit, I decided to leave the crate inside the house. It has now become his new favorite napping spot.
