Oh, the jealousy that follows when one finds a new place to investigate.
Puck: What’s going on Frankie? Frankie: Chris got the door open to the towel closet and is inside.
You guys go find your own closet.
How much longer are you going to be in there, Chris?
Wait your turn, Puck. I’m next.
Ok, that’s long enough. Get out of the closet, Chris. It’s my turn.
I think maybe this is a good place for a nap.
The other day Frankie tried to get into Rose’s closet. He managed to pop it open slightly but could not get it open far enough to get inside. It was a good effort but the door doesn’t slide easily so I couldn’t blame him for failing. That’s when Chris stepped in. I imagined him saying, “Move aside, let me show you how it’s done.”
I cannot open the laundry room door or any closet door without one or more cats wanting to go inside to perform a thorough investigation. Recently both Chris and Frankie were investigating a closet but I have yet to get their full report.
This is my investigation Chris! Find your own closet.
Calm down Frankie. I just want to smell your face.
Let’s call a temporary truce… Okay, agreed.
Look Frankie! This is where I buried your predecessor. Ha, ha, ha… Just kidding.
I think there might be a secret stash of mice in here. If I only had opposable thumbs.
Okay Frankie, I’m bored. What do you want to investigate now?
Since we have had Chris, there has been countless times when he has managed to get himself shut inside a closet. He just can’t resist an open closet door, even if it is open for just a few seconds. Usually we see him go in but not always. To make matters worse, he always manages to climb up into the darkest recesses of the closet. Now, when we leave the house, we do a cat count.
Hey! You didn’t count to ten! (Without the flash, he is hard to see up there.)
Bad Cat Chris 