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.
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.
Recently we had catnip party and, as happens sometimes at parties, things got a bit out of hand.
When I took Frankie for a walk on Saturday (after he smelled my tires thoroughly) he walked right past the neighbor cats who were watching him from the window. Frankie pretended not to notice and walked on by.
On the way back I had to carry him because he rarely comes back on his own. As we passed the neighbor’s house, I could see one of the cats looking out the window near the door. The other cat was further away looking out a different window. I put Frankie down on the sidewalk in front of their house just to see what he would do. As expected, he walked right up to the nearest kitty to say hello.
I thought Frankie was a gentlecat but the female cat inside was not buying his pickup line and he was greeted with a lot of hissing. Fearing the neighbor lady would hear that and think (or know) I was contributing to this invasion of privacy, I quickly picked up Frankie and brought him home. That was close.
Frankie loves shoes to the point were I worry he may have a problem.
Last week I took Frankie for a walk and he dropped down and started rolling in the dirt. I assumed he was taking a dust bath and thought it was cute so I pulled out my phone and snapped a picture. Shortly after he stood up I noticed his entire harness was around his waist and he was seconds away from escaping, so I grabbed him and fixed his harness before continuing our walk.
It wasn’t until later, when I looked at the photo, that I realized he was doing his Frankie Houdini act for me.
Our cat Frankie has now been with us three years already. Time sure does fly. (To see my first post about him, read here). I thought we adopted him late in February but it was actually February 8, and I missed it. So even though I’m a little late, I thought I would show a few highlights from Frankie’s first three years.
After visiting at least two other shelters, we fond Frankie at a PetSmart in Clearwater, Florida. He only had a number, no name.
Chris was unexpectedly hostile toward Frankie, so after hiding under the bed for his first day, Frankie decided to come out of his self-imposed exile on day two. It helped that we had shut out Chris and Puck from the bedroom.
Frankie was a playful cat but…
When Chris was around, there was no playing.
Frankie’s first foray outside was successful… until he discovered he could walk through the fence.
Then he discovered Chris’s old trick of hiding under cars.
Frankie quickly got comfortable in our home.
… and more comfortable.
Soon he was expecting the royal treatment.
We soon discovered Frankie had a shoe fetish.
We also discovered early that he was very photogenic.
By August, everyone was getting along – part-time.
Frankie wanted out so bad but it was too risky so in November I bought a harness for him. I had trouble with it so I used a breakaway collar that broke away. (This is not our junk)
Frankie first Christmas fascinated him.
He was even getting along with Chris by then (mostly).
He also made a friend in Puck.
Since there is so much more to review, I decided to split this up into two or three parts. I hope you liked it and will come back to see Frankie’s further adventures.
Whenever Chris goes outside he does his version of a happy dance, except he rolls back and forth on the driveway to express his joy at being outside.
Do your pets roll around when they are happy?
Friday morning , as I was setting up our new printer, Chris claimed the printer box as his own. Floki the kitten was not happy about it and made a point of poking Chris through one of the handle holes.
I’m sure some of you have seen this kind of behavior before.
Here is another picture from last weekend’s cold snap. The cats spent most of the weekend keeping warm on our bed. I love this picture because Floki is sticking his tongue out as if to say “Haha, we were here first.”
Bad Cat Chris 