Here is Frankie attacking my camera strap. I guess he was fed up with the Paparazzi.
After seeing a couple of other bloggers write about the Kitty Kick Stix, I decided I wanted to buy a couple for our cats. While I procrastinated, my wife saw them on Facebook. She liked that the company donated part of the proceeds to shelters so she ordered a two pack.
What do you think? Do your cats have a Kitty Kick Stix?
Last weekend I was at Dollar Tree buying poop bags. I buy the four-gallon garbage bags that come 50 to a pack for one dollar. I’m cheap like that. Anyway, while standing in line I saw a pen/stylus/flashlight/laser pointer all in one for a dollar. I have a laser pointer at home but I figured it would be easier to buy another one than to try to figure out where the heck it is.
So I bought the laser pointer and imagined myself traveling back to 1960 and showing it to the guys at Bell Labs, and then telling them what I paid for it and what people use it for n 2017. But I digress.
When I got home with it and turned it on, it surprised me that I was able to get the attention of all our boys at once.
Do your cats still get excited by the laser pointer?
Yesterday’s post highlighted Floki and Puck’s civil time together on top of the china cabinet. Today I show the other side of Floki, the side that can’t resist a good fight.
Floki is our resident fight instigator. Sure, all the cats will start fights occasionally but Floki excels at it. Often, Floki’s “victims” turn the table on him and he will cry for help. I’ll usually just look at him and say, “You started it so you get what you get.”
The video below shows Floki picking a fight with Chris who just wants to relax on the cat tree.
Do you have any instigators in your house?
Perhaps Chris should be nicknamed “The Spoiler” for his ability to spoil a good time, especially if it is Frankie having a good time. Check out the video below of Frankie having fun with a catnip mouse.
You may also remember a similar incident a few years ago.
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.
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.
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.
I found a video from January when Chris had gotten into the cabinet above the refrigerator. Floki was determined to get in there too and almost fell in the attempt. This video was much longer but I cut the middle part out. That part was just Chris not wanting to come out so Floki could go in . . . and sit on the crock pot. I guess for a cat, that’s entertaining. I know it was for me.