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.

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.

I got in the way back machine and found a photo of Chris on Christmas Eve 2009, his first Christmas with us.

I bet you can imagine what happened next.
I saw something I don’t see too often the other night. Frankie was washing Chris. The photo below was taken at 9:19:20

Four seconds later, I snapped this photo at 9:19:24.

Between the two photos Frankie whacked Chris three or four times on the head. Why this happens, I will never understand.
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It is such a pleasure to see how our cats nap together. In this photo, Frankie is the engine, Chris is the dining car, and Floki is the caboose.

I really think that Chris is the glue that holds everyone together. If something happens to him, I fear we won’t see this anymore.
Note: When I scheduled this post, I set the time and forgot to change the date which is why some of you are seeing it early. I could have deleted it but I’m too lazy to start over.