I saw something I don’t see too often the other night. Frankie was washing Chris. The photo below was taken at 9:19:20
Four seconds later, I snapped this photo at 9:19:24.
Between the two photos Frankie whacked Chris three or four times on the head. Why this happens, I will never understand.
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It is such a pleasure to see how our cats nap together. In this photo, Frankie is the engine, Chris is the dining car, and Floki is the caboose.
I really think that Chris is the glue that holds everyone together. If something happens to him, I fear we won’t see this anymore.
Note: When I scheduled this post, I set the time and forgot to change the date which is why some of you are seeing it early. I could have deleted it but I’m too lazy to start over.
It has been cold here in the morning the last few days. Yesterday we woke up to a bone chilling 49 degrees. I almost had to exchange my shorts for long pants. Rose sometimes has trouble sleeping and gets up early in the morning. She took these photos of our cats trying to stay warm.
Last week, my wife and I went on a cruise with her son and his fiance. Jamaica was our second port. We arrived there Wednesday morning. My wife booked us all on a “comfortable” bus tour around the island. It was probably the worst excursion we ever went on. The bus was small, and the spacing between the seats was designed for people under five feet tall. Worse, and something Rose didn’t realize when she booked it, was that it was a five-hour trip. We were stuck crammed on this bus for five hours with only a few opportunities to get out and stretch our legs. Those opportunities involved stopping at a place where a dozen vendors were waiting to pounce as soon as you got off the bus to try to sell you genuine Jamaican souvenirs made in China. We chose to suffer on the bus rather than off most of the stops.
The only bright spot of the trip was when we stopped for lunch. It wasn’t bright because the food was good (It was the worst food I ever experienced on a cruise). It was bright because I got to meet several stray cats.
The first one greeted us when we got off the bus. He followed me to the bathroom and then waited outside for me.
We then went to where they were serving lunch. They offered us three choices: jerk chicken, pork sausage, and chicken sausage. I chose the chicken sausage. We sat down to eat, but the sausage was a bit spicy, which is why I avoided the jerk chicken.
I saw two more cats show up as people started eating. This one was getting attention from a human and another cat.
They then came to me.
I gave them some of my sausage and they happily ate it. Soon a third cat showed up.
I suppose they were used to the food there. After a while, the first cat I saw came to me but he wanted nothing to do with my chicken sausage. I guessed he was the smartest one in the bunch.
Floki is the only cat we ever had that seeks out Chris for attention. All the other cats paid attention to Chris only because Chris sought attention from them. It always makes us happy to see this bond.
Mornings bring sunshine into the cat’s room, where Frankie and Chris like to hang out. Sometimes the room is not big enough for both of them. Here they are reluctantly tolerating each other’s presence.
Bad Cat Chris 