Furball Frankie

I has had a stressful day. Lots of wandering around, washing myself, and my hooman going 'Mwah' on my head. I has decided I wants a little peace and quiet. So I has found myself a nice spot for this. I is hidden away from my hooman. I likes fuss most of the time, but sometimes I don't want scritches, or strokes, or tickles. Sometimes I just wants to curl up and nap. So that's what I is doing. I'll hop down again later, when I want some Dreamies.

I has a happy today. I think it's that time of year when things start changing. It's that time when things start getting lighter, and warmer. I has sits by the window. And my favourite thing happened - a sunbeam landed on me. I enjoyed it warming my fur. I did slow catty blinks. I basked in it. I watched the squirrels and made noises at some of them. Then I lay down so that the sunbeam could cover all of me. Good times are coming.

I has been wandering about with many things to say today. I has meowed in my hooman's napping quarters. I has meowed on one window sill. I has meowed on the other window sill. I has meowed by the front door. I has meowed at the cupboards. I has meowed at the chairs. I has meowed at the table. I has meowed in every room. I has meowed lots of times at my hooman. He has tried to meow back, but his accent is awful and he makes too many grammatical errors. I is very chatty today.

I think my hooman is getting ready to rearrange our napping quarters again. I saw him take down the big sheet from where it'd been hanging - then he put it down on the big, long, soft chair. This was my chance. I jumped up to where the sheet was and sniffed it. It smelt too clean. It also lacked fur. I turned around a few times, got comfy, and curled up on it. I needs to make sure it smells of me...and has a little fur on it. My hooman came into the room and said 'Frankie - that's clean!' I blinked at him. Then I yawned. Then I cleaned my feets.

How has this happened again, already? How is it nearly Monday? I'm sure I simply did a slow blink on Friday evening and we arrived where we are now. I has had the whole weekend with my hooman, and now he'll be gone tomorrow. And I has so much to do this week. I has to re-scent all of the chairs, by rubbing against them. I has to revisit all of the cupboards, to decide which is the darkest and cosiest. I has to stare out of the window and chatter at squirrels. I has to get at least 80 hours of naps in. I has to claw all the soft things. The list just goes on and on. Such is catty life - just have to meow and get on with it.

I has found a new spot. I knew about it already, but hadn't fully explored it. But I could climb into it earlier, so I did. I had sniffs, moved around a bit, then settled down. It's a nice cupboard, hidden away. It's warm and it's dark. And my hooman doesn't know I'm here. I can hide from him when he says 'Frankiiiiiiiiiiiie!' in a high voice, or when he comes looking for me, to do a 'mwah' on my little head. I has a peaceful. I will stay here for a while.