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.
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.
Frankie has always been interested in squirrels. Whenever we go for a walk and he sees one, he sinks down to the grass like a stalker and actually thinks he might catch it. This morning he chased one up a tree, but the squirrel remained low, just out of reach, as if he was deliberately taunting Frankie.
Yes, I did it again. Chris’s fourteenth gotcha day was Tuesday and I missed it. I remembered the previous Friday, but I was busy at the time and didn’t think about it again until late last night.
We adopted Chris on November 14, 2009. He was about six months old at the time. I first met Chris over a month before while cleaning cages at PetSmart. He jumped from the floor to my back and climbed me like Mount Everest. When he reached my shoulders, he started biting my ear and then my nose.
Can you imagine a kitten like that not getting adopted? Actually, he did get adopted but he was far too annoying and was returned the next day. A week or two after I first met Chris, I brought my wife to the Sav-R-Cats adoption center in Surfside Beach South Carolina to see him. That was on the third of October.
Chris meets RoseChris at adoption center with Rose.
Alas, we didn’t adopt him that day. We already had too many cats. We also had a cruise coming up as well as a business trip for my wife.
On the twelfth of November Rose was away on her business trip and I was at the shelter. I was a volunteer, and my job was to photograph cats and post them on Petfinder, but I never photographed Chris for some unknown reason. Chris got on my shoulders again and another volunteer photographed me with my phone. In 2009, I did not have a good camera on my phone.
I texted Rose with the photo and said, “Can we keep him?”
When she returned from her trip we went to the shelter and brought him home. He took over from the moment we let him out of the carrier. We didn’t do what you are supposed to do. We just unleashed the kraken on the rest of our cats.
Bad Cat Chris 