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Frankie’s Self-Tour

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My wife runs several apartment communities. During covid, they started unlocking available units so people could look at them without the staff present. The called them “self-tours” and they still sometimes do that on the weekends when the office is closed.

Now, whenever Frankie escapes, we say he is on a self-tour of the neighborhood. He took one of those self-tours this morning at around 5:15. My wife was going to one of her properties fifty miles away and realized she forgot to plug her car in last night so she asked if I would plug it in for her. Even though she had 200 miles left on her battery, she still felt like she needed more. That’s because she drives 357 miles per hour, which drains the battery faster.

I had just fed the cats and Frankie was busy eating so I thought it would be easy getting out the door. I thought wrong. As soon as the door opened six inches I noticed a tan flash zip out the door. I tried to get him before he got too far but he quickly ran under a car where he knows I can’t reach him. I went back inside, put my shoes on, and returned to where Frankie was last but he was gone. I looked for a while, but it was dark except for the nearby streetlight.

Rose and I opened the door every five minutes or so to see if he had returned. After forty-five minutes, I opened the door and saw him on the street. He ran to the house and climbed the steps. He was met by Floki at the door. I certainly didn’t want Floki to get out because he is a big freaker-outer so I pushed him back to give Frankie room to come in. Frankie just stood there sniffing. Then Floki walked around me and showed up at the door on the other side. Again, I held him back, but Frankie had made up his mind. He wasn’t ready to come in. He turned around and headed away from the house.

Fifteen minutes later I opened the door and called Frankie’s name. I waited several seconds but didn’t see him so I started to close the door. When I did I felt resistance and looked down to see Frankie coming inside.

After his return, Rose said, “You are NOT taking Frankie for a walk today. You shouldn’t reward his bad behavior.” I happen to have today off, and Frankie is relentless about asking to go outside. The weather is bad. It is very windy, and rain is expected soon, but Frankie cares about none of that.

I didn’t get a picture of Frankie today but here he is on another self-tour.

A Good Morning

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Good morning, everyone. I hope your day is going as good as Frankie’s. He started out this morning rolling around on the dining room table. Actually, he started by knocking my coffee off the table, but the point is, he was a happy kitty.

That was followed by a nice walk where he got to see at least four dogs and a squirrel.

It doesn’t get much better than that.

Encounter With Peacocks

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While on a walk with Frankie this morning we encountered a group of Peacocks.

I looked up the name for a group of Peacocks and were presented with multiple choices. My favorite was a ostentation, but they can also be called a pride, muster, or party. I also learned that a group of female peacocks, or fowls in general, would be called a bevy. I believe these were all female.

Frankie was remarkably calm, although I did have to restrain him once.

New Cat Bed Plus Free Books

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Considering that all of or cats, especially Chris, like to get under the covers on our bed, I thought they would like their own bed with a cover on it so I picked one up about a week ago.

Floki took to it right away. Surprisingly, Chris waited his turn like a gentlecat.

I’ve seen Frankie in there too, but Chris forced him out before I could take a picture.

On another note, my books, Bad Cat Chris and Falling Star will be free in the eBook format today only on Amazon. My other two books, Identity Crisis and The Last Healer, will be 75% off on Smashwords through March 9. If anyone would like to help me by reviewing one of my books, I will appreciate it. I recommend checking out The Last Healer for $1.24 because I am currently writing a sequel to it.

Let Me In

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Every time we walk past our community office, Frankie seems interested in going inside for some reason. The last time we were there, he was up on his hind legs scratching at the door. I didn’t get a picture of that but here he is thirty seconds later.

I have no idea what is in there that he finds interesting.

Frankie’s Tenth Gotcha Day

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I am three days late with this post. We actually adopted Frankie on February 9, 2014. He did not have a name at the time, only a number.

Frankie – February 9, 2014

He was a perfect fit for our house because we were already used to dealing with a bad cat. Frankie gave us a run for our money and he still does. While Chris has slowed with age, Frankie hasn’t changed a bit.

We don’t know when Frankie was born. His paperwork said he was about three years old so we count this day as his birthday too. That would make Frankie thirteen years old now.

Frankie Meets a Cat-Loving Dog

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On our walk Monday afternoon, we encountered a woman walking her little Yorkie. That dog was very interested in getting close to Frankie, but the woman held him back. She told me he had lived with cats and really liked them but was not a fan of other dogs.

I wish I had thought to take a video of the encounter because as the dog got closer, Frankie’s paw slowly rose. I told the woman a whacking was about to occur. Sure enough, three seconds later Frankie gave him a warning whacking. He didn’t make contact, but he let the dog know that he was not a dog-loving cat.

As The Bowl Turns

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These are the days of our cats.

Chris has taken to lying down at the water bowl to drink.

For some reason, while he drinks, he also turns the mat that the bowl is on counterclockwise. It starts out looking like this.

The photo above was taken at 12:04 p.m. on January 7. The one below was taken at 1:59 p.m. on January 8.

The next photo was taken at 10:25 a.m. on January 9.

It did not quite make a full rotation but if I had come back at 12:04, I probably would have seen that Chris is rotating his bowl in precise 48 hour cycles. Now I don’t need a clock. I can just look at the position of his water bowl.