Here is a cute photo of Chris from seven years ago yesterday in 2015. His love of getting inside of things hasn’t changed since then.
Photo Friday: Chris Bagged and Not Tagged
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Bully Bully
Yesterday evening Floki was sleeping on the sofa in Chris’s spot. Chris saw that, jumped on the sofa, whacked Floki until he left, and then lied down in his spot. I made a comment that Chris was a bully and my wife agreed.
This morning I was sitting up in bed enjoying my coffee when Frankie got on my lap looking for attention. As usual, when Chris saw that he immediately placed himself between me and Frankie. There was no whapping but Frankie doesn’t want to deal with Chris so he moves away. This was the scene a couple minutes later.
Chris has been this way since day one when we let him out of his carrier and he immediately took over the home, much to the chagrin of our other four cats.
Frankie’s a Basket Case
The other day my wife set her trash basket on the table so she could pull out the bag and replace it. Before she got a chance to put a new one in it, Frankie was already there.
I imagine a lot of you readers can relate to this.
Nurse Frankie
My wife has been sick since Sunday and by Tuesday evening I started to develop symptoms. I tried to get a Covid test on Wednesday but that proved too difficult so I tried again Thursday. It took three and a half hours but I learned I was Covid positive.
My symptoms have been relatively mild with one exception. I seem to get nauseous sometimes when I stand up for more than a couple of minutes. I didn’t know nausea was a Covid symptom but now I do.
Frankie has been very good about showing that he cares and is usually there to comfort me when I don’t feel well. They say a cat’s purr has healing powers. I believe it.
The weird thing is, other than the nausea, my wife has been hit harder than me and she is the vaccinated one.
Photo Friday: Minding the Fort
We brought our three Cardboard Cat Homes to West Virginia but only came back with Frankie’s house. We put it in the Cats’ Room where it was largely ignored until the other day when I saw Chris in it.
I don’t know why Frankie lost interest in it since he was on that thing every day for awhile after we got it. I guess cats are no different than people when it comes to getting bored with things. At least Chris likes it now.
The Unknown Escape
Thursday, when the mailman came, Rose went outside to get the mail and noticed Frankie was on top of my truck. She did not even know Frankie escaped. The mailman recognized Frankie. He knows Frankie by name because of all the times Frankie has escaped while going out to get the mail. A package arrived earlier that day and she thinks he might have slipped past her when she went to get the package, but he did so without her even noticing.
I rode my electric scooter to work that day and did not get in my truck until Friday when I went to the SPCA. That’s when I noticed the paw prints.
You can see on the left where he climbed up to the roof and on the right where he slid down.
Frankie has a passion for going outside that just can’t be quenched.
Photo Friday: Sunbathing
Frankie really knows how to make the most of his walks and does not seem to care that I am there waiting for him.
Photo Friday: Time For a Rest
Yesterday was my 100th day in a row of posting on this blog. My previous record was around twelve. I did it mostly because I was in West Virginia for two months and only worked one of my three jobs. I am now back in Florida and working those three jobs again, which makes it difficult to keep up the pace. So, just like Frankie, I need time to rest.
I will probably go back to my old habit of two to three posts per week, or perhaps I will try to do a little better than that this time.
The Best Scratching Post
Sometimes when I take Frankie for a walk he finds a tree to use as a scratching post.
I think it’s great when he does that because a real tree is what nature intended cats to scratch on. I wish I could put a real tree inside our house. Then, maybe, the cats would actually scratch where they are supposed to.
Precious Cat
My father-in-law had planned to come to our house for Thanksgiving but ended up in the hospital on Wednesday. Fortunately, it wasn’t too serious and he was released on Friday. Rose thought it would be a good idea to go see him so we packed some Thanksgiving leftovers and drove to the other coast.
We stopped to see him before going to our hotel in Melbourne. While Rose was outside talking to her dad, I went inside to see the cat.
Her name is Precious and she is a very friendly ginger girl. She was happy to have me pet her while she purred and rubbed her face on my hand. I felt guilty leaving her but I didn’t want to be antisocial.
If anything happens to Rose’s Dad or if it becomes too difficult for him to take care of her, she will become our cat. Of course, we don’t need four cats but I’m happy she is a friendly girl.
Bad Cat Chris 