Every time we walk past our community office, Frankie seems interested in going inside for some reason. The last time we were there, he was up on his hind legs scratching at the door. I didn’t get a picture of that but here he is thirty seconds later.
I have no idea what is in there that he finds interesting.
The other day we Frankie and I came across a mother cat and her two kittens. All three cats were nervous and retreated when Frankie came near. More likely it was me they were afraid of. I see that a lot in cats that we come across. Yesterday was different.
Yesterday we met a domesticated male, black cat who came toward us instead of running away.
I didn’t know what to expect from either cat.
There was some hissing coming from the black cat, who was probably protecting his territory, so I decided to pick up Frankie and get him out of there.
I am three days late with this post. We actually adopted Frankie on February 9, 2014. He did not have a name at the time, only a number.
He was a perfect fit for our house because we were already used to dealing with a bad cat. Frankie gave us a run for our money and he still does. While Chris has slowed with age, Frankie hasn’t changed a bit.
We don’t know when Frankie was born. His paperwork said he was about three years old so we count this day as his birthday too. That would make Frankie thirteen years old now.
My wife got a package yesterday and put the box down for the cats. Of course, Chris had to get in it but what happened next was unexpected.
Here is Chris nine years ago on February 3, 2015.
He still loves getting inside of things.
I saw this the other day and had to get a photo.
A little while later I saw this.
We are so lucky our cats get along like this, but I fear when Chris is gone, we won’t see this type of closeness anymore.
On our walk Monday afternoon, we encountered a woman walking her little Yorkie. That dog was very interested in getting close to Frankie, but the woman held him back. She told me he had lived with cats and really liked them but was not a fan of other dogs.
I wish I had thought to take a video of the encounter because as the dog got closer, Frankie’s paw slowly rose. I told the woman a whacking was about to occur. Sure enough, three seconds later Frankie gave him a warning whacking. He didn’t make contact, but he let the dog know that he was not a dog-loving cat.
These are the days of our cats.
Chris has taken to lying down at the water bowl to drink.
For some reason, while he drinks, he also turns the mat that the bowl is on counterclockwise. It starts out looking like this.
The photo above was taken at 12:04 p.m. on January 7. The one below was taken at 1:59 p.m. on January 8.
The next photo was taken at 10:25 a.m. on January 9.
It did not quite make a full rotation but if I had come back at 12:04, I probably would have seen that Chris is rotating his bowl in precise 48 hour cycles. Now I don’t need a clock. I can just look at the position of his water bowl.
Sometimes cats lie down on the most uncomfortable looking beds.
My wife got a great photo of the cats on Wednesday morning. Check out Chris as the caboose.
Bad Cat Chris 