Google automatically backs up my photos, and they informed me my drive was full, so I was looking for pictures to delete when I came across this picture of Chris and Floki. It was taken August 22, 2024, and is the fourth from the last photo I have of Chris. I thought I would share it.
Here is Floki and Frankie on the bed together yesterday afternoon.
When Chris was around, there was a lot of touching going on. These days, three or four inches apart is close enough.
Our boys like to spend their afternoon siestas by the windows when the Catio is too hot or too cold.
My wife likes to think of Floki as her cat and gets jealous whenever he pays attention to me. Hopefully she won’t see this post.
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.
Floki is the laundry king, and his throne is warm laundry, straight from the dryer.
Rose and I were watching an animated movie called The Star on Christmas Eve. Floki decided he liked the movie and watched it with us for a good fifteen minutes.
He then walked over to Rose, got two minutes’ worth of attention, then returned to the coffee table to watch more of the movie.
Frankie and Floki get along well enough, but they typically don’t sleep close together. That is why it was a pleasure to see this.
The second photo was taken an hour and twenty minutes after the first, so it wasn’t like they were close by mistake. Unfortunately, since these pictures were taken over three weeks ago, I have not seen them so close again.
I threw out my back on Saturday and by this morning it was almost better until I bent to put my pants on. Now it’s worse than ever so I decided to sit on the sofa with my feet up and an ice pack behind my back.
After a little while my wife came into the room with a shocked look on her face. “I don’t believe it,” she said.
“What? What is it?”
“Look,” she said, pointing to the cats on the sofa to my left.
“Oh, wow! I don’t believe it.”
Seeing Floki and Frankie that close can only be compared to Iran inviting Israel over for a cup of tea. Okay, so that might be an extreme example, since they are not exactly enemies, but they haven’t been that close since the days of Chris.
As I write this, Frankie has left Floki and is demanding I take him for a walk. He can’t understand I am temporarily disabled.
Since Chris died, we don’t see the cat piles like we used to, but sometimes we take what we can get. If Chris were here, he would be in the gap, touching both of them.
