Floki is the laundry king, and his throne is warm laundry, straight from the dryer.

Floki is the laundry king, and his throne is warm laundry, straight from the dryer.

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.

We lost Chris exactly a year ago on September 7, 2024. Our home has not been the same without him. He was like a feline patriarch. He was the reason our cats slept together.

We don’t see this anymore. Occasionally, Frankie and Floki might be on the bed together, but rarely close.
When I think of Chris, I think of two different eras. There was the skinny era, where Chris caused trouble wherever he went, and he went everywhere. He was able to get on top of things that seemed impossible for any normal cat. He was also able to open almost any door. He even shocked me one day when he came through our locked bedroom door.
Then there was fat Chris. That was when he slowed down and didn’t do the crazy things he used to do. He napped more during those times, which resulted in more photo opportunities like the one above. He was also jealous of Frankie, which I found humorous. I was never sure if he was jealous that Frankie was paying attention to me or that I was paying attention to Frankie.
Chris was the most affectionate cat ever. Unfortunately, that affection involved kneading, which had to be on bare skin. Even though it was painful at times, I miss it.
I even miss the biting.
Chris was one of a kind and will always be missed.
On Wednesday, we rented a boat at a place called Summerville lakes. Once we were sure no police were around we let our visitor, Cindy, take the wheel. Don’t tell anyone but she’s not old enough to get a permit.

My stepson showed us how he and his French Bulldog have fun with water. This is a video worth watching.
My wife and I usually hang out in the bedroom for a half hour or so before going to bed. This is often the time Frankie comes looking for attention, although it is not the only time. Here he is a few nights ago.

We all know that when outside cats fight, it can get brutal, but what about when inside cats fight? I don’t know about all inside cats, but at our house, it’s pretty tame. The exception would be the early fights between Chris and Frankie when Frankie first joined our family, and one other fight a year or two later between those two. It was so bad that we had to separate them between a closed door.
Other than that, fights at our house are more like roughhousing. Sometimes it seems they are fighting in slow motion. For example, here is Frankie and Floki last night.
Do your cats fight? If so, how do they fight?
Here’s Frankie on Sunday and Monday… and pretty much every other day.

