I took Frankie for a walk last weekend and took a few photos of him rolling in the grass. My phone photos automatically back up to Google Photos where I was presented with a Google-generated collage of Frankie.
How Google was smart enough to pick those particular photos, I don’t know, but I thought they were good choices.
Here is Abbey eleven years ago on August 6, 2011. I was surprised to see we still had one of those tube televisions in the bedroom.
I went to the Way Back Machine and found this photo from just over nine years ago. Here is Puck and Chris napping together on July 28, 2013.
It seems like Chris has a perpetual ear infection due to his overabundance of ear pollyps. It was in both ears but now it is only in his left ear. I got a different medicine from the vet and have been putting it in his ear pretty regularly but we have been inconsistent when it comes to cleaning his ears. Perhaps because putting in the medicine is easy but cleaning his ears involves a lot of struggling and frustration. Fortunately, Floki has taken over the ear cleaning duties and he does a great job with far less struggling from Chris.
Floki even knows it is his left ear that needs cleaning.
When Chris was young, he spent many mornings helping Rose get ready. Here he is nine years ago on July 18, 2013.
I walked into the Florida room yesterday, or as we call it “The Cats’s room,” and was surprised to see Floki and Frankie lying together.
Typically, this kind of closeness almost always involves Chris. Floki and Frankie love to play together but they rarely lie together.
This photo was taken eleven years ago tomorrow on July 2, 2011. We visited my sister-in-law where I always get a bunch of good photos because she has so many cats.
Here is Holly, who is the original “bad cat.” We always wanted to take Holly home until we got a bad cat of our own.
I have made several Memes of Holly on my Just Fur Laughs blog, here is the one using this picture.
Frankie loves his little green blanket. We always put it on our bed for him when we make the bed. Lately, though, he seems to have lost interest in it until recently. Perhaps they had a fight and then made up.
Here is Chris in one of his favorite spots. When I approached him to take his picture he looked out the window as if to say hello.
Someone recently commented on an old post where I mentioned that I was worried because Chris was almost eight at the time and we had lost three cats, Tigger, Abbey, and Alex, all at eight years old. Now Chris is thirteen and still going strong. That is not to say he doesn’t have problems. He is still prone to ear infections, he is quite a bit overweight, and he possibly has arthritis to some degree.
Age has taken a toll on his “bad” behavior. He no longer fills his days with naughtiness, but he can still be plenty annoying. What hasn’t changed is his affectionate behavior. Chris has always been the most loving cat I have ever seen, both with humans and other cats, and that has not changed one bit.
He started out a little love bug . . .
. . . and now he is a big love bug.
I can only hope Chris will be with us for a long time because the void he will leave behind will be way too big to ever fill.
