Furball Frankie

It's cold. It's miserable. It's dark. There's nothing left to do today except curl into a ball and get all snuggly and warm. With a hooman like mine, this means protecting the sacred nap. I curls up, puts my face into my belly fluff, tucks my back feets in, then covers my face with my front feets. In this way, I make sure that it's impossible to disturb me. No fank you hooman - not today.

It's been a good day. I has found a perfect napping spot - in the warm bit left by my hooman, in our napping quarters. If I lays here and looks cute, I gets the best of both worlds - maximum naps and ear scritches. My hooman can't resist, so I lay in peace for a bit... ...then he comes in, says 'Frankiiiiiiiiiieeee!' and gives me lots of ear scritches. ...then he leaves me alone. ...then he comes back in, says 'Frankiiiiiiiiiieeee!' and gives me lots of ear scritches. This goes on all day. He's a very silly hooman.

I has a confused. The soft stuff has gone from our napping quarters. I is sitting where it was. My hooman doesn't seem to be able to - or doesn't want to - put new soft stuff down. I can't think why this is. I'll wait where I am until the soft stuff returns.    

I is very selective about where I naps. A napping spot has to have the right combination of warms, comfort, and smells. My hooman is made of warms, so napping on him is good. Our napping quarters are also warm. Comfy spots include; our napping quarters (again), the big, long, soft chair, and my two favourite boxes. Smells is different. I don't like to be too close to my wee tray, and I don't like anything that doesn't have my catty scent. But one thing I do like is things that smell of my hooman. Even though he's a bit of an idiot, I quite like him - he feeds me and gives good ear scritches. So I often seek out things that smell of him. Luckily, he leaves these things in our napping quarters. I goes in, has a sniff of what's there, and when it smells of my hooman, I settles down on it for a nap. Sometimes he takes this stuff away, to 'wash'. This makes me sad. But right now, I'm happy.

I is a distinguished kitty, with distinguished tastes and a distinguished palate. I know classy food when I sniffs and licks it. So I knew, this morning, that my hooman had changed my food. It was different. It was more meaty. There was no jelly. It was more of a  pâté . I had lots of sniffs. I got hints of duck, overtones of ham, and a rich, hearty finish. I licked it. Not bad. I licked it some more. Pretty good, actually. I finished it all. Good choice, hooman. I meowed at him for seconds. He pointed at my bowl and said 'You've just had breakfast'. Idiot.        

My hooman had another hooman round today. I'd not seen this hooman before. My hooman and new hooman then started lifting and pushing all sorts of things into the big, main room. It was now hard to get around...but there were lots of hiding places. New hooman went into our napping quarters and started making lots of banging noises. This hurt my catty ears, so I hid. Then I started to explore. The big, main room was all different - there were lots of places to look behind and sniff. I jumped on top of things that weren't usually there. I meowed my confusion to my hooman. I chased shadows. My hooman had made a new catty playground for me.