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Chris’s New Bed


Chris’s bed needed to be washed. The last time I washed it I noticed it was ripped at the seam.

This time we decided it was time for a new bed. The photo above was from when it was new about a year and a half ago. You can see he barely fits in it. This time we decided to get him a bigger bed. The one we got is actually for dogs, but don’t tell him.

As soon as we put it down, both Chris and Floki were interested in it, but Chris muscled his way onto it first.

He then settled in for a long nap.

This new bed has enough room for Floki to join him. I’m hoping to see that sometime soon.

Photo Friday: Classic Chris, Tigger, and Abbey


I didn’t have many new photos this week so I thought I would find an old one (or three) taken on this day. I found a folder from April 26, 2011. It was labeled “Camera Test.” I don’t know what camera I was testing but I think it was a film camera. It looks like I took pictures of whatever, and whoever, I could find.

Here is Chris in our spare bedroom looking out the window. I think that was his favorite place in the condo. The photo is not great, probably due to poor lighting and no flash, but it is a good memory of Chris.

The next is Tigger. He was probably on the same bed as Chris but because I wasn’t pointing the camera at a bright window, the picture is much better.

Here is Abby looking out the window in the master bedroom. It’s another bad photo but a good memory.

Photo Friday: Embracing Trash


Some days our house seems like a satellite office of the post office. I won’t mention any names but someone I’m married to likes to shop online.

After I took Frankie for a walk yesterday, Chris wanted to go outside, so I sat on the front step and watched him while he lay in the driveway and enjoyed the sun. The door opened and that someone I mentioned earlier threw the empty box from the first of four packages she received that day out the door. We often throw empty boxes out the door until one of us goes outside and takes them to the garbage can. The box was too much for Chris to resist.

The Path Down


I feel bad for Chris sometimes when I watch him get down from a height that wouldn’t normally be a problem for a cat. His excess weight and arthritis means when he jumps down from the sofa or something at a similar height, he tends to stumble after hitting the ground.

A little while ago I watched him climb up to one of the cat perches. He first jumped up onto his crate, moved over to the tall cat perch, climbed up the “steps” and then over to the Z shaped perch and finally to the where he is in the photo below.

It looked like Chris wanted to jump to the floor, which would surely have hurt him if he tried, so I pushed a shorter cat perch next to him and then put a pillow on the ground to hopefully keep him from hurting himself on the way down.

Of course, now he’s changed places with Floki and will probably come down the way he went up.

The Return of Our Heated Pet Mat


We got our Art of Paws Heated Pet Mat six years ago. Since then, we have been using it without the heating element most of the time. I put the heating element back in when it gets cold, which isn’t very often in Florida but it did come in handy when we were in West Virginia. It hasn’t been particularly cold here lately, but we have woken up to temperatures in the forties a few days these last couple of weeks.

My wife was using a heating pad last Mondy. She set it on the bed and Floki discovered it.

Upon seeing this, my wife politely ordered me to put the heating element back into the cats’ heated mat. I did so and it was an instant hit.

I don’t have a photo of Frankie on the mat, but I am certain I have seen him on it.

Does anyone else have a heated mat or pet bed? If so, how popular is it?

Let Me In


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.

Frankie Meets Another Cat


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.

Frankie’s Tenth Gotcha Day


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.

Frankie – February 9, 2014

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.