Google automatically backs up my photos, and they informed me my drive was full, so I was looking for pictures to delete when I came across this picture of Chris and Floki. It was taken August 22, 2024, and is the fourth from the last photo I have of Chris. I thought I would share it.
Here is a photo of Puck and Chris napping taken on July 28, 2013. I miss the days of seeing closeness like this.
Today is National Hug Your Cat Day so I thought I would share a picture of our most huggable cat: Chris. Here he is with Rose on October 3, 2009, six weeks before we adopted him. We were lucky someone didn’t grab him up first. Actually, someone did adopt him but returned him the next day because he was so bad.
I didn’t have any good new photos this week so I Activated the wayback machine and found this photo of Abbey, Chris and Tigger taken on April 28, 2010.
Back then, Abbey and Tigger would often lie together, and Chris would insert himself between them like a child getting in bed with his parents.
My wife likes to think of Floki as her cat and gets jealous whenever he pays attention to me. Hopefully she won’t see this post.
I found a photo of Chris wearing a bandage from this day in 2019. He must have just returned from the vet.
Here he is the next day with Frankie and without the bandage.
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.
Bad Cat Chris 