Furball Frankie

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.      

My hooman is lazy. He likes to stay in his napping quarters until late, on two days of the week. I has heard him call this a 'lie-in'. This is no good for me - not when I has a hungry. So I has developed tactics to get him up. First I walk up to his head. Then I sniff his face. Then I stick my cold nose in his face. If this fails, I move to Phase 2 of my plan. I sits next to his face. I meow. I yowl. I paw at his face. This usually does the trick. If not, then I move to Phase 3. This consists entirely of just sitting on his head.          

I decided to explore the bit in between all rooms again. I came to the special door. I was sure I'd seen it before, but couldn't remember. I was in a state of wonder. What could be behind it? A magical land? A world full of toona? A labyrinth of moving red dots? Bowl after bowl of chicken biscuits? Fellow cats riding tiny horses into battle? I meowed at my hooman to come and assist me urgently - to grant me entry to the magic portal. I meowed and meowed and meowed. I yowled. Finally he heeded my call. And with a cry of 'Alright, I'll open it!' he showed me the world within. There were lots of plastic bags. I sniffed the bottom shelf, then walked away.      

It was cold today. I could sense it with my little, sensitive nose. It was a day for snuggles. After breakfast, I wandered into my hooman's napping quarters and jumped onto the bed. It was still warm, from my hooman. I flomped down for naps, but I wasn't warm enough. I put my nose into my belly fur, but I still wasn't warm enough. I tucked my tail around me, but I still wasn't warm enough. I put my paws over my face...and that did it. I was warm. I was cosy. I was the perfect catty croissant.      

Sometimes things just aren't worth the thought hoomans put into them. I was having a rest earlier. Not a full nap - just relaxing in the catty loaf position. I found a comfy spot to look at, on the wall, and stared at it. My hooman came in and said 'Hiiiiii!' I kept my focus on the comfy spot. My hooman said 'Whatcha looking at, Frankie?' I stayed as I was. He leaned over and started looking towards the wall. He said 'What is it, Frankie?' I kept staring. He waved his hand in front of my eyes. This was annoying. He huffed and walked away. I kept staring.  

I likes sitting next to my hooman. I likes sitting near my hooman. I likes it when we both nap in his napping quarters. I likes laying on his chest. I is not a lap cat though. It's not my thing. But I decided to make an exception yesterday. My hooman was sitting on the big, long, soft chair. His lap was free. I hopped into it. It was made of warms. I turned around three times then settled into a loaf position. It was surprisingly comfy. I stayed there for a long time. I may do it again in future. I don't know when though.