Our boys like to spend their afternoon siestas by the windows when the Catio is too hot or too cold.

Our boys like to spend their afternoon siestas by the windows when the Catio is too hot or too cold.

May your home be warm, your food be tasty, and your lap forever inviting. May your cat bring you joy, mischief, and just enough sass to keep life interesting.

We had a couple of guests over for dinner yesterday evening. Before eating we sat on the catio and had some wine and cheese. Of course, Frankie and Floki were both interested in what we were doing.

They were pretty well behaved most of the evening but after I cleared most of the dinner plates from the table, Frankie jumped on it. He seemed interested in getting pets from our two guests and had to maneuver around wine glasses to do it. I watched from the kitchen and laughed as Rose attempted to get Frankie off the table, first by yelling at him, which he ignored, and then by trying to move him physically, which he resisted with all his strength.
In the end, Frankie came out on top in the “who’s the boss” competition.
I don’t know how it happened, but the bag we used when we went to the pool on Wednesday ended up on the coffee table on Thursday. Since it didn’t belong there, naturally a cat needed to lie on it.

When Floki saw Frankie sleeping on the bag, he hopped up on the coffee table to wait his turn.

Shortly after I took this photo, Floki had enough of waiting and started a scuffle.
I found a photo of Chris wearing a bandage from this day in 2019. He must have just returned from the vet.

Here he is the next day with Frankie and without the bandage.

I managed to get Floki and Frankie together in this week’s photo.

When my wife took out our Christmas decorations, she suggested we do the Advent calendar again, by which she meant I do the Advent calendar again. I didn’t do it last year because of our move to our current house, but I did it the two previous years.
Our Advent calendar is made of wood and shaped like a house with 24 drawers. The first year I did it, I didn’t have 24 gifts that would fit in the drawers, so I wrapped them, wrote a short poem for each, and tucked the poems into the drawers. A word of advice: Be careful when you do something overly nice for your spouse, because it will soon be expected. If my wife is reading this, I’m just kidding.
Anyway, because of the small size of our house and its limited space, I needed to ensure my gifts would not take up too much room. Because of the number of gifts, jewelry was not an option. One of the gifts I chose, partly because it would take up no room in the house, was a combination bird bath and feeder with a planter at the bottom.
I did not take a photo of it from the outside, but here it is from Frankie’s perspective.

There is a cardinal on the feeder in the above photo and a squirrel in the photo below.

I worried that squirrels might tip it over, so I attached it to a wooden stake.

So far, the cats don’t seem to care much about it, but we humans have enjoyed seeing the wildlife from our front porch.
Frankie and Floki get along well enough, but they typically don’t sleep close together. That is why it was a pleasure to see this.


The second photo was taken an hour and twenty minutes after the first, so it wasn’t like they were close by mistake. Unfortunately, since these pictures were taken over three weeks ago, I have not seen them so close again.
I threw out my back on Saturday and by this morning it was almost better until I bent to put my pants on. Now it’s worse than ever so I decided to sit on the sofa with my feet up and an ice pack behind my back.
After a little while my wife came into the room with a shocked look on her face. “I don’t believe it,” she said.
“What? What is it?”
“Look,” she said, pointing to the cats on the sofa to my left.
“Oh, wow! I don’t believe it.”

Seeing Floki and Frankie that close can only be compared to Iran inviting Israel over for a cup of tea. Okay, so that might be an extreme example, since they are not exactly enemies, but they haven’t been that close since the days of Chris.
As I write this, Frankie has left Floki and is demanding I take him for a walk. He can’t understand I am temporarily disabled.
Since Chris died, we don’t see the cat piles like we used to, but sometimes we take what we can get. If Chris were here, he would be in the gap, touching both of them.
