Furball Frankie

I has a brand new napping spot. It gives me total peace and quiet. I is hidden from my hooman. It's warm. It's dark. It's cosy. It's my best discovery so far this year. I just need to make sure I don't get shut in. I don't want to wee or poo in here. Happy.

I has a cosy. I has a purr. And my hooman has done something odd. He's laid his smarts out on our bed. This means he's going somewhere. It also means he'll look like a hooge penguin. Silly hooman.

I was having a wash. I was having a good old wash. I was getting to my front feets, then moving to my side, when my hooman walked in. He tried to stroke my head. I didn't want this. He tried ear scritches. I didn't want this. I let out a long meow, to tell him to go away. This was private time. He needs to respect that.

I has a suspicious. I has a sad. My hooman has done something I've seen him do before. He's put his clothes on the bed. He only does this when he's going somewhere the next morning. I don't like this. We've had 12 days of cuddles. We've had 12 days of warms, belly rubs, and snacks on demand. I don't want him to go anywhere tomorrow. He makes a nice pillow.

I has been thinking. I has been thinking what I wants from the year ahead. Ham. I mainly want ham. But I'd also quite like more catnip. And belly rubs. And chin rubs. And ear scritches. And naps. And things to chase. And my soft, warm hooman nearby - to nap on. That's a lot. It's going to be a big year.

It's been a nice few days. My hooman has been around lots. And best of all, he's been eating lots. This means that not only is he made of warms, but he also becomes more squishy. This makes him very comfortable to sit and lie down on. The more he eats, the more he becomes like a big, comfy bed. I is laying down on him more and more. I think he might be more comfy than our actual napping quarters. Keep eating, hooman - my comfort depends on it.