As Frankie and I returned from our walk this morning, we encountered a rabbit in front of our house. I was surprised how close it let Frankie get before running off.

As Frankie and I returned from our walk this morning, we encountered a rabbit in front of our house. I was surprised how close it let Frankie get before running off.

My wife has a bag she uses for towels when we go to the pool. The other day we put our towels in the wash and Rose temporarily set the bag on the dining room table. Ten seconds later this happened.

Frankie took his time yesterday smelling this storm drain.

I assume it is because there is a feral cat that seems to regularly use the stormwater sewers as a way to get around without being seen. A larger storm drain closer to our house has a metal grate over it and I have seen the cat through the grate on our walks at least twice, maybe more.
Today is National Hug Your Cat Day so I thought I would share a picture of our most huggable cat: Chris. Here he is with Rose on October 3, 2009, six weeks before we adopted him. We were lucky someone didn’t grab him up first. Actually, someone did adopt him but returned him the next day because he was so bad.

I didn’t have any good new photos this week so I Activated the wayback machine and found this photo of Abbey, Chris and Tigger taken on April 28, 2010.

Back then, Abbey and Tigger would often lie together, and Chris would insert himself between them like a child getting in bed with his parents.
Our Frankie was at our neighbor’s house looking for her Frankie the other day.

Her curtains were closed, which made it more difficult to see inside like the last time.

Our boys like to spend their afternoon siestas by the windows when the Catio is too hot or too cold.

I was playing around this morning and uploaded a photo of Chris and me to ChatGPT.

I typed, “Can you recreate this image as a formal portrait painting in high resolution?”
It gave me this, although it ignored the high-resolution part.

I then said, “Now, recreate the uploaded photo as a 18th century formal painting,” and got this.

It then said:
If you’d like, I can also:
🎨 Turn it into other historical styles (e.g., Renaissance, Victorian, Impressionist, or Baroque)
🖼️ Create a museum-style framed version
📜 Make it look like an aged canvas hanging in a palace gallery
🐱 Or even create a matching portrait of just the cat (which could be fun if that’s Frankie!)
I said, “Yes, create a museum-style framed version.” I then told it that was me and Chris and mentioned when Chris died.

I wasn’t happy with my hair, so I asked to have it combed neater.

I then asked it to remove the picture from the wall and crop it so the entire frame was visible, but it said I reached the free limit for chats with attachments. Oh, well.
We had a couple of guests over for dinner yesterday evening. Before eating we sat on the catio and had some wine and cheese. Of course, Frankie and Floki were both interested in what we were doing.

They were pretty well behaved most of the evening but after I cleared most of the dinner plates from the table, Frankie jumped on it. He seemed interested in getting pets from our two guests and had to maneuver around wine glasses to do it. I watched from the kitchen and laughed as Rose attempted to get Frankie off the table, first by yelling at him, which he ignored, and then by trying to move him physically, which he resisted with all his strength.
In the end, Frankie came out on top in the “who’s the boss” competition.
I don’t know how it happened, but the bag we used when we went to the pool on Wednesday ended up on the coffee table on Thursday. Since it didn’t belong there, naturally a cat needed to lie on it.

When Floki saw Frankie sleeping on the bag, he hopped up on the coffee table to wait his turn.

Shortly after I took this photo, Floki had enough of waiting and started a scuffle.