Furball Frankie

I likes to jump up onto high things. So, today, I thought I'd give my hooman a surprise and show him what it would be like to have a different animal. Today, I jumped onto his shoulders. Today, I pretended to be a parrot. I landed on one shoulder, let out a meow, and rubbed my face on his. Then I walked across to the other shoulder, let out another meow, and rubbed my face on his again. Then I stayed on the one shoulder - balanced. Occasionally I meowed some more, as I can't make bird noises. I haven't really got wings to flap, so I just cleaned my front feets for a bit. I stayed there for a while, so that my hooman got the full catty-parrot experience. Then I jumped down to eat some chicken biscuits.

It is Sunday. Many things lie ahead next week. This is when I has thinks. Big thinks. I may well be a filosofer. I thinks things like: 'Why does it get dark, then light, then dark again? Why not just constantly light or constantly dark?' 'With hooman teeth being so blunt, and having no claws, how do they hunt?' 'Why do birds suddenly appear every time I am near?' 'Where does the red dot go when it disappears?' 'Why don't hoomans headbutt each other to say hello?' 'Why is there a mini-sun in the ceiling of every room in my home? 'Do creatures without tails get sad that they don't have one?' 'Where are my siblings and what are they doing now?' It's hard thinking all these things. It makes me tired. Time for a pre-nap nap.

I has had my breakfast today. I has also had some snacks. But I has an early hungry. It's before my usual time, but I want dinner. I has meowed to my hooman. I has scratched all the soft things. I has jumped up and given him headbutts to the face. But still he ignores me. Instead he put out some more chicken biscuits. This is not what I ordered...but I ate them anyway. I should ask to see the manager...

When a cat's got to go, a cat's got to go. When I feel my belly rumbling, and I feel my dinner working its way through, I know it's time... It's time to visit my poo and wee box. I walk into it, turn around a few times, dig around a bit, then position myself for a big poo. Then, when my poo is done...relief! I feel so much lighter! I feel free! I jump out of the box and run around. I run to the window sill and jump up onto it. Then I jump back down and run to my hooman's napping quarters and into the cupboard. Then I run back into the big room. Then I lick my front feets for a bit. I love post-poo zoomies.

I has abandoned my spot under the table and decided to flomp in my hooman's napping quarters. My hooman decided to come and see me. This was nice. He gave me chin scritches and stroked my fluffy cheeks. When he does this, I has a happy, so I wants to show affection. I does this by nudging my hooman's nose with my little catty nose, and also by rubbing my face on his. This is my way of saying 'Hi, I like you, hooman'. I enjoyed the scritches, then I had a nap. This has tired me out, so I may have another nap.

I likes attention from my hooman. I likes face smooshes (sometimes), head scritches, ear scritches, chin scritches, pets on my chest, pets on my back, and, of course, belly rubs...when permitted. But there's one scritch that's my favourite in the whole world - one scritch that beats all other scritches. And that scritch is...tail scritches! Not the end of my tail, but just at the base of it. It's the best thing ever, and it makes me purr...lots. If I'm laying down, it also makes me stick my fluffy butt up in the air. I ❤️ tail scritches.