They say, “Nothing attracts a crowd like a crowd,” and it seems to be true in our house. All it takes is one cat to get on my lap and then another cat wants to get on my lap and before you know it, there’s a party.
Today is Black Cat Appreciation Day, a day to appreciate all black cats and dispel those outdated beliefs and superstitions that black cats are bad luck. Did you know that some countries and cultures believe black cats are good luck?
We considered ourselves lucky to have Puck and we really appreciate him. He is like the eye of the hurricane around here. Puck remains (mostly) good while badness is happening all around him.
Frankie was being very vocal on Saturday about wanting to go outside so I decided to take him for a walk. Rose took out the cat harness and leash and said things like “Oh boy Frankie, you’re gonna go outside!” That got him all riled up but I wasn’t ready yet. I still had to find my shoes and put them on, which surely was an excruciatingly long time for Frankie.
When I finally got his harness on and opened the door, Chris bolted out the door after Frankie. I expected him to try that but I was still unable to stop him. That made walking Frankie more difficult because now I had to keep an eye on Chris too. He won’t run away like Frankie does but Chris will wander off after a little while.
I tried keeping Frankie close to home so I could monitor Chris.
When he would walk too far away I had to pick him up, or pretend to try to pick him up, to get him going back toward home.
It wasn’t too long before Chris made it out to the front of the house, near the street. It is a relatively quiet street but I don’t trust all the old drivers around here.
Before long, Chris made his way to the neighbor’s driveway, which forced me to put Frankie in the house so I could retrieve Chris before he got himself into trouble.
The next morning Frankie was even more vocal about wanting to go outside. The back door is right next to the bathroom where Rose was getting ready and Frankie was really annoying her so Rose asked me to take Frankie out again.
This time, with Rose’s help, we made it outside without Chris.
Frankie spends about ten minutes in our back yard just eating grass, smelling the air, and looking around.
We eventually got moving and Frankie led me a long way from home. Along the way we stopped to admire a couple of doves in our path. 
Frankie was probably thinking about an early lunch but they flew away.
After a half hour outside it was starting to feel hot so I “encouraged” Frankie to head toward home. After a while my encouragements weren’t working so I had to pick him up and carry him home.
When I open the door to put him inside, Chris ran out. It wasn’t fair for Chris to be stuck inside while Frankie was out so I let him stay outside while I watched him. Chris is funny because when you talk to him with a scolding voice, he rolls around to show you how cute he is.
“Chris! What are you doing!”
While I was watching Chris outside, Rose opened the door to ask me a question and Frankie ran out. Crap! I tried to catch him but failed and he ended up under my truck. I quickly put Chris in the house so I could concentrate on catching Frankie but he proved very elusive.
Eventually he ended up across the street under the neighbors car.
He knows I can’t get him under a car so I just sat on my porch in the hot sun and waited him out. Sometimes he would come out but stayed close so he could run back under the car if I got close.
I finally gave up and went inside for five minutes. When I came out, Frankie was gone. I searched for him for a few minutes and then went back inside. I thought I would sit in the air conditioning for a little while and watch out the window. That was when Rose spotted him on the street sitting in somebody’s Garden.
I went back outside to retrieve Frankie. This time he gave me no trouble, letting me pick him up and bring him home.
I think it’s good for our cats to get outside, but it always seems to be a pain in the butt as well.
Our kitten Floki just loves playing with his mouse. Actually, it isn’t even his mouse. Chris took a liking to it long ago and now Floki thinks it’s his. He plays with other toys to but this particular catnip mouse gets a lot of play time. It seems it is always in a different place when I see it.
Here’s a video from a few weeks ago of Floki playing with the mouse..
Holly, my sister-in-laws’s cat, is like a female version of Chris, except she has a couple more years experience being bad.
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Today is World Cat Day or International Cat Day. A day created to bring awareness to the special needs of cats, and some of them, I’m not mentioning Chris’s name. can be very needy.
Wake me when it’s the weekend.
Floki can’t resist a moving tail and he seems to have found a target in Chris. Perhaps he knows Chris doesn’t like it.
I want to wean the cat’s off dry food because I think it is less healthy than wet food. Eventually I want them all to be eating raw food but Chris has to make things difficult. He eats very little of the wet food, forcing me to keep some dry food out so he doesn’t go hungry.
I thought if I let the bowls go empty a couple of hours before I open a can of wet food, Chris would be hungry and eat more wet food. That didn’t happen. I gradually started letting the bowls stay empty longer and longer, sometimes as long as eight hours, but Chris still won’t eat more than about a quarter of the wet food I put down for him.
The funny thing is, when I first tried feeding them the raw food diet in 2010, Chris was the only one who would eat it. Does anyone else have a dry food addict?
Bad Cat Chris 
