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.
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.
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.
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.
Frankie really knows how to make the most of his walks and does not seem to care that I am there waiting for him.
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.
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.
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.
We put our tree up last week and all of the cats have taken turns hanging out under the tree.
Now, if I could only get all of them under the tree at the same time I might be able to get a good photo for my Christmas post. Of course, I don’t see that happening.
My wife is in charge of several apartment communities in Florida, Virginia, and West Virginia. One of the closer ones to our house is about fifty miles away. The manager there told Rose about a friendly stray cat that started hanging around the office. They decided to help the cat by allowing it to come into the office. Rose ordered several supplies for him on Chewy, including a litter box, litter, food, and toys. She visited the property last Wednesday and sent me these photos.
They named the cat “Gato” which is essentially the same as naming him “Cat.” I don’t think Gato cares what he is called, he is just happy to have people to love on him.
He comes and goes during the day, taking advantage of the many people who open the door for him. At night, he stays inside and someone comes to take care of him on the weekend.
One of the maintenance guys from the property came to our house on Saturday to help install two new windows in our house and I give him one of our carriers so they could take him in to be neutered.
From what I hear, he is super friendly so he is probably not feral but was someone’s pet at one time. I have seen this several times before and wonder how they become separated from their humans. I know at apartment complexes people sometimes move out and leave their cats behind. Sometimes they leave them inside an apartment with no food and water. I would like to think humanity is better than that and most strays end up on the streets for innocent reasons.
Bad Cat Chris 