Here is Frankie at dinnertime waiting for me to put food on his plate.

I made a meme of this photo. You can see it on my blog, Just Fur Laughs.
Here is Frankie at dinnertime waiting for me to put food on his plate.

I made a meme of this photo. You can see it on my blog, Just Fur Laughs.
I came across a video I took of Frankie a couple of months ago after one of his escapes. He was hiding under a car and I was trying to talk him out as it started raining. I wrote about it in a previous post but I must have forgotten I had a video too.

I have always found it somewhat easy to connect with animals. Often when visiting someone they would comment about how their pet likes me, like it was surprising to them. I think it is because I tend to be calm, easygoing, and patient, traits that I inherited from my mother.
My mother is here visiting us and has already made a friend in Frankie.

Years ago, before I started this blog, we had a cat named Flash.

Flash was very shy and the most skittish cat we ever had. He would come to me for attention sometimes but would never go to my wife. One day, while my mom was visiting, Rose and I went out for some reason and when we returned, Flash was on Mom’s lap. I probably don’t have to mention how jealous Rose was at that sight.
Chris and Frankie don’t always get along but when they do it can really be a sight to see.

Since moving here to West Virginia, Chris has become quite the pain at night. Not that he wasn’t before but now he is worse. Chris is too annoying to allow in our room at night so we close all the cats out of our bedroom when we go to bed. At our Florida home, Chris learned to accept this and was usually quiet until around 4 a.m. or so. Here, he is quite different.
I have water and food bowls upstairs and downstairs for the cats. The food is usually empty except for a small amount a few times a day. I save one of those times for bedtime and I draw Chris out of the room with kibble and then close the bedroom door and go to bed.
The quiet lasts until Chris is done eating and then there is a constant scratching at the door and crying. The cry is almost a howl and it sound so sad and pathetic, as well as annoying, that I feel like I need to let him in, if only for a little while.
So lately I look at it like sleep training. When he starts his nails in the face routine I move him down to my feet. Sometimes that works for an hour or two and sometimes he is back in fifteen seconds. Never had I made it through the night with Chris. Sometime between 11 p.m. and 3 a.m. I have to get up and put him out the door along with any other cat in the room.
I think what irks me the most is once Rose and I are awake and up for the day, that is when Chris decides to go to sleep on our bed.

I feel like sleep training will never work so I should probably give up and just ignore him, but it is equally difficult to sleep with him out there making all that noise. Plus, he is ruining the door.
I was at our local riverfront park taking photos yesterday morning. As I was downloading them into the computer, I noticed Frankie next to me soaking up the sun and decided to photograph him with my Canon, which I have not used much since moving.

There was so much contrast between Frankie’s bright fur and the black background that I thought it was different enough to be good. What do you think?
I mentioned yesterday that Floki has been napping with Frankie lately. I noticed him back with Chris yesterday afternoon so I think things are starting to get back to normal.

Later, while we were all downstairs watching TV, I noticed this:

I guess hanging out with both Chris and Frankie might become the new normal for Floki. There is nothing wrong with that.
I find it ironic that Chris and Floki have been spending so much time together in the very crate that they will be spending so much time together in for the next two days. If only they knew.


Today we are leaving for the long drive to West Virginia. I don’t anticipate any problems but I don’t suppose a prayer or two would hurt.
Frankie’s new Cardboard Cat Home has become his new favorite place to nap and it is in the perfect place for Frankie to catch some rays.

Here is a photo of Chris eleven years ago tomorrow. He was quite the player back then. I believe he threw his mouse and it landed in this large basket. He then went in to retrieve it.
