Frankie has about a half-dozen “favorite” places that he likes to nap. One of them is on the patio blocking the cat door. Recently Chris and Puck decided to join Frankie and they all lined up against the wall.
I am often amazed at how cats can nap in what seems like the most uncomfortable position. Here is Frankie showing us an example of that.
The first time I heard the word “woobie” was in 2005. Rose heard her mother use it to refer to a blanket that her brother would carry around with him like Linus from the Peanuts comic strip. I thought it was a made up word but it really exists and it means “security blanket.”
I was introduced to the word after we adopted Tigger and Flash. Initially, Tigger was adopted by Rose’s mother, but the next day the shelter called and said they wanted him back because his brother Flash was in much distress without him. We tried to talk her into adopting Flash (they had different names then) but she only wanted one cat at that time so we ended up adopting both of them.
They lost their mother at a very young age so Tigger developed a habit of sucking on Flash’s belly. Rose referred to Flash as Tigger’s “woobie” and would jokingly say to tigger “No sucking on the woobie!”
Tigger sucking on Flash’s belly.
Tigger and Flash with Alex watching.
Later we bought a fleece blanket and discovered that the cats were attracted to it like catnip. Soon the blanket was referred to as the “woobie blanket” and we bought several more over the years.
Last week Rose put one of the woobie blankets on one of the chairs in the living room and it instantly became Chris’s new favorite place to nap.
Chris napping on the woobie blanket
Related Post: Life Before Chris
Recently I gave the cats a nice box that they liked to play in and then I took it away because we had to ship something and it was just the right size. I felt bad about it so when I came across another box at work I grabbed it.
I decided to make this one better than the last so I taped the top closed and cut two openings; one on the front and one on the side. I then cut a few peep holes in it so the box could feel like a little fort with spy holes to watch the “enemy.”
I named it “Fort Box” and the cats took to it right away, especially Colonel Chris who took over command of the fort.
I hereby assume command of Fort Box.
I know you’re there Frankie
Okay, Puck. Your turn to stand guard.
It’s scary in here. I’m shaking.
Puck! You’re supposed to be inside the fort.
Like this. I’ll show you.
I wonder if there is an attic?
I can see you guys so don’t try anything.
You can have your turn Frankie, when I am done lying here doing nothing.
Finally! What’s this?
Yuck! Tastes like cardboard.
C’mon Frankie! It’s my turn again.
Where did you go Frankie? I was just kidding. You can come back. I’ll share.
Several weeks ago I wrote a post called Rebuilding Burnt Bridges where I talked about how Chris tormented Frankie for weeks after we adopted him but then had a change of heart and decided he wanted to be friends with Frankie. Unfortunately, that came too late and Frankie didn’t trust him. Not only that, whenever Chris tried to be nice, Frankie would attack him.
Since that post Chris has continued in his efforts to make peace and lately I have seen signs that things are getting better. They still fight, and Frankie is by no means ready to be Chris’s best buddy, but there are occasions when Chris moves in close to Frankie and Frankie doesn’t attack him. Indeed, sometimes he doesn’t leave either. I know it is not much but it is much better than what we have been used to seeing. Chris may be a bad cat but he has a good heart and sometimes it shows.
I was shocked to see this scene yesterday. They are actually sleeping while touching each other.
Sorry about the quality but needed to get a quick picture of this before it was over.
This is Frankie trying on one of Rose’s sandals. I think he needs to shop in the kitty section.
Yesterday’s Post was about cats and boxes. It seems, not unexpectedly, that everyone who has a cat has a lover of boxes. I am sure all the cat bloggers out there reading this have at least one blog post with one or more cats enjoying a new box. I would like to ask that you share your best “box” post by commenting and adding a link (don’t forget “http”) so everyone can enjoy a bit of cuteness today.
I was going through my pictures and noticed a couple from two months ago. My son and his wife adopted a cute little kitten. It seems the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.
This is Frankie, in his throne, posing with Chris, who thinks he is the king.
Bad Cat Chris 