My wife left on a business trip yesterday and she had plenty of help packing for it. Each of our cats did their part in making sure Mom got off to a good start on her trip.
Frankie made sure she didn’t over-pack her suitcase.
Chris helped pick out her under garments.
Puck supervised the whole operation.
Floki helped out Homeland Security by making sure nobody tampered with her carry-on bag.
I didn’t have the heart to tell him she was driving.
The next morning everyone wanted to help Mom out to her car.
I don’t care what Mick Jagger says, these are the real Mother’s Little Helpers.
Chris and Frankie used to fight like cats and . . . well, cats, but now they only fight occasionally. Today, we are much more likely to see them as loving brothers than as fighters.
These pictures were taken last week but, coincidentally, as I was writing this post, Chris and Frankie were lying together on the same rug.
Back in January Chris posted a short parody of Adel’s “Hello” song on his Facebook page (see here). I decided to expand on it and rewrite it for Chris (although it could just as easily have been from Frankie). If you are unfamiliar with the song, click here to see it on YouTube.
Meow, it’s your cat
I was wondering if after all these days I could go outside
To eat some grass in the yard
They say that grass is supposed to heal ya
But I ain’t done much healing
Meow, can you hear me?
I’m at the door dreaming about when I was a kitten
When I was young and free
Before I was caged and sold for an adoption fee
It’s so different being inside
Like outside’s a million miles
Meow from the inside
I must have tried a thousand times
To tell you I don’t want to be stuck inside
But when I meow you never abide
Meow from the Inside
At least you can’t say I didn’t try
To tell you I need you to open the door
I just can’t be inside these four walls anymore
Meow, where are you?
It’s so typical of me to be here by myself I’m sorry
But it’s indoor Hell
If I ever make it out of here I will…
Wait, here you come to let me out
Just in the nick of time
So Meow from the outside
I’m so happy I could purr
And tell you I’m sorry for ever doubting you’d decide
To open the door and let me outside.
Meow from the outside
Persistence pays off if you try
To annoy with every beat of your heart
But don’t give up clearly you’re not an inside cat anymore
Meow from the outside
Why’d you leave my food inside?
of all the dumb things that you have done
I’m going to starve here outside
Meow from the outside
It’s time to let me back inside
To keep me from starving to death
I promise I won’t bother you again until I do…
What do you think?
It seems that almost every time I see Chris washing another cat, it ends in a fight. That is especially true when he washes Floki. I don’t understand how such a nice thing goes bad so often.
Recently we had catnip party and, as happens sometimes at parties, things got a bit out of hand.
It’s bedtime and one of us has to throw the cats out of the bedroom. Even though the vote is always one to one, I somehow lose most of the time.
Would you want to tell them they have to go?
Chris, Frankie, Puck, Floki and family want everyone to have a very happy Easter.
“Did you just lay an Easter egg, Frankie?”
“Of course not, Chris. My breakfast was carrying it in a basket.”
When I took Frankie for a walk on Saturday (after he smelled my tires thoroughly) he walked right past the neighbor cats who were watching him from the window. Frankie pretended not to notice and walked on by.
On the way back I had to carry him because he rarely comes back on his own. As we passed the neighbor’s house, I could see one of the cats looking out the window near the door. The other cat was further away looking out a different window. I put Frankie down on the sidewalk in front of their house just to see what he would do. As expected, he walked right up to the nearest kitty to say hello.
I thought Frankie was a gentlecat but the female cat inside was not buying his pickup line and he was greeted with a lot of hissing. Fearing the neighbor lady would hear that and think (or know) I was contributing to this invasion of privacy, I quickly picked up Frankie and brought him home. That was close.
Yesterday Frankie and Chris both got their time outside in the sun. Frankie always goes first on a cat-harness and leash and then when we return I let Chris outside without a leash. It works out good that way because he usually runs out the door anyway as I try to bring Frankie in.
As soon as Frankie got outside and walked near my car he stopped to smell my front tire.
This smelling went on for a long time.
I thought an animal might have peed on my tire but I didn’t see any discoloration. This happened over Christmas on the front bumper of my wife’s car (see here). Frankie would not stop smelling the tire so I pretended like I was going to pick him up. That got him moving.
After our walk, I brought Frankie home and carried him inside. As predicted, Chris ran out the door. I removed Frankie’s harness and went outside to watch Chris. Once outside, I noticed Chris had already discovered the pee on the tire.
I knew it had to be pee at this point.
I just wondered who was doing the marking. Since it also happened to Rose’s car there is a good chance it happened in our driveway but I never see any loose animals around here that would do that. We live in a well-kept 55 plus community (because living with a bunch of people older than you makes you feel young). Outside cats are not allowed here and dogs must be on a leash.
Perhaps it’s a bobcat. I was told there were a couple of bobcats around here a few years ago. I can understand why since there is an endless supply of rabbits but I was also told nobody has seen them in years. I wonder about that after what I saw last week.
Frankie found what looked like bunny parts.
I don’t know what did this but it looks like a policy of indoor only cats is a good idea. I would hate to think of Chris or Frankie outside with a bobcat or some other large predator.
Our neighbor on the north side of our house moved in a few months ago with two cats. I often see one cat or the other, sometimes both, sitting on their patio and looking out the window. I see them but I have never been aware that any of our cats had noticed them. Our patio, also known as the cats’ room, is on the opposite side of our house and the cats don’t look out the other windows too often except when they hear me pull into the driveway after work.
Chris and Frankie have been outside countless times since the neighbor moved in but every time they both seemed blissfully unaware of the other cats’ presence, even though they were only 10 feet away at times. Of course it helps that the other cats just casually watch Chris and Frankie without making a fuss. I found it hard to believe that they couldn’t smell them but I guess they were both just busy enjoying being outside.
The other day I brought Frankie out for a walk and he surprised me by walking right up to their patio door to say hello, like he knew they were there.
Unfortunately, the cats were not on the patio so we missed an opportunity for a meet and greet, but maybe next time. I guess Frankie knew all along there were kitties next door but chose not to let me know that he knew. Or something like that.