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.
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.
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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.
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.
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.
Here is Chris nine years ago on February 3, 2015.
He still loves getting inside of things.
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.
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.
Sometimes cats lie down on the most uncomfortable looking beds.
I got in the way back machine and found a photo of Chris on Christmas Eve 2009, his first Christmas with us.
I bet you can imagine what happened next.
Frankie has always been interested in squirrels. Whenever we go for a walk and he sees one, he sinks down to the grass like a stalker and actually thinks he might catch it. This morning he chased one up a tree, but the squirrel remained low, just out of reach, as if he was deliberately taunting Frankie.
Bad Cat Chris 