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.
My wife bought new rugs, so I had to roll up the old rugs and get rid of them, but Chris was not ready to let them go.
I walked into the bathroom the other day and discovered that Frankie was busy unrolling the toilet paper.
When I left the bathroom, I found that Chris was busy turning over his food bowls.
Remind me again why I have pets.
I was going through photos and found this one of Chris and Floki from July.
I have so many photos that it is easy to miss some good ones sometimes.
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.
Chris, Floki, and Frankie were enjoying the catio the other day.
Chris seems better this morning after falling asleep in the litter box on Wednesday.
I was outside with Frankie in our backyard a couple of weeks ago. We were at the south end of our property while the man who lives two houses south of us stood outside at the north end of his property. I don’t remember all that was said, but he did tell me he was allergic to cat pee. It was his subtle way of telling me to keep my cat off his property.
I wanted to ask him, “How do you know that? Did a cat pee on you?” Instead, I took the high road and told him Frankie has a litterbox and just likes to come outside sometimes. The truth is, Frankie does feel the need to “mark” some of the bushes he comes across, including the ones in front of the man’s house. Since then, I encourage Frankie to move along when we pass his house. “C’mon, Frankie. A cat hater lives here.”
We have other haters in the neighborhood too. These two signs are from houses across the street from each other.
I understand not wanting poop in your yard, but people here are very good about picking up after their dogs. I’m sure these people are just miserable, and I feel a bit sorry for them.
The problem is there are many miserable people in this world, and that is one of the reasons I am reluctant to just let Frankie come and go as he pleases. Many years ago my sister-in-law cared for some stray cats near her home and someone poisoned one of them. It cost her over $500 to have a vet treat the cat. Fortunately, he survived.
Most people are good, but the bad sure do keep us on our toes.
Chris knocked over my trash can under my computer and then got inside of it and pulled out some of the trash. When he was done, Frankie took a turn.
Bad Cat Chris 