Apparently, sleeping with your right leg hanging over the side is the way it’s done around here.
Photo Friday: You Put Your Right Leg Out . . .
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Packing Assistants
My wife left on a business trip yesterday and she had plenty of help packing for it. Each of our cats did their part in making sure Mom got off to a good start on her trip.
Frankie made sure she didn’t over-pack her suitcase.
Chris helped pick out her under garments.
Puck supervised the whole operation.
Floki helped out Homeland Security by making sure nobody tampered with her carry-on bag.
I didn’t have the heart to tell him she was driving.
The next morning everyone wanted to help Mom out to her car.
I don’t care what Mick Jagger says, these are the real Mother’s Little Helpers.
Photo Friday: Loving Brothers
Chris and Frankie used to fight like cats and . . . well, cats, but now they only fight occasionally. Today, we are much more likely to see them as loving brothers than as fighters.
These pictures were taken last week but, coincidentally, as I was writing this post, Chris and Frankie were lying together on the same rug.
Chris’s Eighth Birthday
I missed Chris’s birthday again. For some reason I keep thinking it is on the 18th but it is really the 14th. Anyway, we don’t know is real birthday but celebrate it six months before his Gotcha Day because he was about six months old when we adopted him from the cat shelter.
I thought today I would just re-share some pictures of Chris since his last birthday and later, before I go to work, will pass out kitty treats (Stella and Chewy’s) to celebrate.
Here is Chris last June stopping to smell the flowers
Here he is in July getting along with Frankie.
In August he had a rare opportunity to be outside at the same time as Frankie. I am sure this is because he escaped as I tried to get out with Frankie.
I bought a new computer in September and Chris got the box . . . that he wouldn’t share.
Also in September he had an eye infection and had to visit the vet for the first time ever, except for shots.
Here he is in October doing his famous “Happy Roll.”
In November he teamed up with Frankie to be bad.
More badness.
Even more badness. November must have been a bad month.
Some goodness in January with Floki.
February, not so good
Here he is in April getting cat hair on my underwear. Not that many people would notice.
Last, but not least, here he is on the day we adopted him, November 14, 2009.
Photo Friday: Letting It All Hang Out
Frankie loves to relax and let it all hang out.
The Truth About “Bad” Cat Chris
When I started this blog I couldn’t decide what to name it. I had several names in mind, none of which I can remember now. I only remember that all of them were taken. I eventually settled on Crazy Cat Chris and registered it at WordPress.com.
Almost immediately I realized that I made a mistake. Chris was not a crazy cat. I think I just liked it because all the words started with C. I then choose Bad Cat Chris but the truth is, Chris is no more bad then he is crazy. The “bad” in Bad Cat Chris only refers to his behavior, not to Chris himself, and it really only refers to the human interpretation of the word “bad.” What is bad to a human is not necessarily bad to a cat. Like Shakespeare said, “there is no good or bad but thinking makes it so.”
The first several months after we adopted Chris, he kept us from getting a good night’s sleep by attacking our feet, biting our noses, treading on our bare skin and lying across our necks. BAD CAT! Indeed, the people who adopted him before us thought he was a bad cat and returned him to the shelter after one day.
Chris, November 2009
He no longer attacks feet and he has learned not to bite Rose’s nose but everything else is the same. Jumping on counters is another “bad” behavior that we were never able to correct. Nor were we able to stop him from opening cabinets and closets and getting inside. At eight years old he still tries to get out the door every chance he gets and he still scratches the furniture, but only when he knows someone is looking.
Despite his behavior, I wouldn’t want him to change because that is who Chris is. He has always been very entertaining and he makes us laugh. His bad behavior is not really bad, it’s more like naughty, and even that’s not right. He is just a non-human who is very good at not following human rules.
There is something special about Chris, more special than any other dog or cat I have ever had, and I have had some good ones. Chris is pure love. He loves me, he loves Rose he loves everyone who steps foot in our house and he is not afraid to show it. He bleeds affection. Everybody who knows Chris loves him back.
He is even affectionate to all the other cats, although he will fight with them too.
Rose worries that when we lose Chris I will be devastated and she may be right. I think about that more now that Chris will be turning eight. The last three of our cats that passed away, Abbey, Alex and Tigger, all died at eight years old. But, of course, now is not the time to be thinking such thoughts. We have a birthday coming up.
Photo Friday: Young Chris
I was looking through the archives and found this picture of Chris from a couple of days after we adopted him. He was still a kitten then at about six months old. In the picture, you can see Abbey, who was always good to Chris even though Chris annoyed her.
How Cat Fights Start
It seems that almost every time I see Chris washing another cat, it ends in a fight. That is especially true when he washes Floki. I don’t understand how such a nice thing goes bad so often.
Photo Friday: It’s bedtime
It’s bedtime and one of us has to throw the cats out of the bedroom. Even though the vote is always one to one, I somehow lose most of the time.
Would you want to tell them they have to go?
Floki’s First Birthday
Today our little Floki turns one year old. 
We don’t know when his exact birthday is but, if I remember the story correctly, Floki, his brother and one or more kittens from another litter were found in a box in a Walmart parking lot on Memorial Day last year. I subtracted his estimated age when we adopted him on the Fourth of July and came up with April 18.
I thought I would show some highlights from the past year.
Below is the picture my sister-in-law sent us to let us know she had kittens available. We don’t know for sure if this is Floki or his brother.
This is the first known picture of Floki at the vet where we came to see him and other kittens.
This was one of his competitors.
Here he is with his brother and another cat. We wanted to take them all.
Here is Chris meeting Floki. This went better then when he met Frankie.
Below is our first vet visit.
Chris shows him who’s boss.
Floki takes to the cat tunnel.
And he turns out to be a daredevil.
He makes friends.
And discovers new heights.
All while finding his place in the group and in our hearts.
