Frankie helped me make the bed yesterday morning. When I’m done, I always put his blankie on the bed. Since he was in the way, he ended up under his blankie.
The scene repeated this morning, but Frankie moved while I got my phone to take his picture.
It is hard to believe that our little baby, Floki, is already nine years old. It seems like yesterday that we brought the little screamer home.
Chris accepted Floki better than he did Frankie.
He seemed to grow up in no time. We mistakenly assumed Siamese cats were bigger than average but that is not true. In fact, Floki is the smallest cat we have had since Princess.
Below are photos of Floki from each year starting in 2016 and ending this year.
I hope you enjoyed this trip down Memory Lane.
Most cats love lying in the sunbeam, but Floki has to be different.
I get emails from Google called “Your memories from this day.” The email features a collage of photos taken on this day. One photo caught my eye.
This photo of Chris and me was taken by my wife on March 26, 2016. The quality is poor, but the memory is rich.
I found this video from Christmas Eve, two days before we moved into our current house. We saw a small dog wandering around with no owner in sight.
Frankie was remarkably calm and didn’t try to whack the dog.
Here is Frankie enjoying some quiet time on our screened patio.
This should be called “Photos Friday” since I have more than one photo to show you. Here is Frankie in three different trees on three different days.
Here is Frankie eleven years ago today, on March 7, 2014. This was on top of the china cabinet, which was a popular place for both Chris and Puck, although Puck needed my help to get up there. Since Frankie had only been in our house for about a month at the time, I’m sure he learned how to get up there from Chris.
Can you tell Frankie loves being outside?
We adopted Frankie eleven years ago on the eighth of February, which means I missed his Gotcha Day by over two weeks. Fortunately, he doesn’t seem too upset about it.
When we adopted him, he was estimated to be three years old, so we also celebrate his birthday at this time. If I remember right, he was in captivity for about three months before we adopted him, so he might actually be three months older than fourteen.
Bad Cat Chris 