Furball Frankie

I has been back in my long-forgotten cupboard. It's a good napping spot. It's dark. It's warm. But sometimes it makes weird noises. Sometimes my hooman goes off to do something and the cupboard comes alive. It starts with a 'plink, plink, plink'. Then it builds up. Then it becomes a great big wooshy swooshy sound. What is it? I don't like it. It confuses me. It makes me do airplane ears. I just want to nap - no wooshes, no swooshes.

Sometimes my hooman is so irritating. I looks up at him, lets out a little meow, and waits for pats. Then he looks at me and his forehead wrinkles. He says 'Hang on a minute, Frankie', then goes off to get something. He comes back with a soft, thin, white thing in his hand and says 'Come here, Frankie'. I think he's going to give me fuss...then he puts the white thing in my face. I don't want it there, so I moves my face away. He says 'Stay still Frankie - you've got an eye bogey'. He comes back with the white thing - I duck. He tries again, and I 'mrrrp' and run away. Idiot. I just want fuss and scritches - not the silly, flapping, white thing.

The new sunshine does things to my little catty brain. It makes me think. I likes thinking...mainly about chicken. But I also likes to watch the world go by. I wonder why hoomans eat from a platform and not the floor. I wonder why birds have wings but squirrels don't. I wonder when and where the red dot sleeps. I wonder why my fur looks ginger in the sun. I wonder why my hooman's voice is sometimes so deep yet sometimes so high...and why he still hasn't mastered meowing (he tries, but his accent is awful). I wonder if I'll ever see a toona fish in real life. I wonder how hoomans get by on just 8 hours of naps per day. I wonder why my hooman has fur just on his head, his face, and a little patch in the middle - such an odd design. I wonder why spiders have 8 legs, and why string comes out of their bums. I wonder where my hooman stores all my poo he collects. I wonder, I wonder... It's exhausting.

It's a hard life, being a cat. So many things to consider. I bet hoomans don't even think about some of these things. I has to think about cleanliness when I eats. My face is furry. I can't get my mush stuck in my bowl, otherwise it's a nightmare to get clean. I likes smelling of meat, but only up to a point. So when I eats, I has to pull my whiskers back, pull my ears back, and make sure not to get my catty cheeks in the bowl. Hooman doesn't have to think about this as he uses those metal things: 'nife and furk'. I don't have thumbs though, so I can't do this. I eat from a bowl - like any normal creature does.

It was a difficult night last night. I settled down in our napping quarters nice and early. I did a few sniffs, turned around a few times, then found the ideal, cosy spot. Then my hooman came in. He got into our bed and seemed to set his legs either side of me. At some point he fell asleep, as he started doing that loud snorting nose that makes him sound like an angry bear. All was well... ...then he started moving lots. He wriggled his legs. He rolled and thrashed. He kicked me in my fluffy butt. I quite like my hooman, but I kept having to get up and change positions. My key napping time was interrupted. Because of this, I has been very sleepy today. I has had to catch up on naps. Thankfully we're at the time of year when there are sunbeams to nap in. I'll try the napping quarters again tonight - I just hope that my hooman is less wriggly.    

Cats could sneak up at any time. So could a predator. And so could sneaky hooman hands. My advice is - always keep one eye slightly open, even when napping. Or at least be ready for what might be coming. I'm not one for getting my claws out, but you never know... If it's my hooman, I prefer to sniff him, headbutt him, or let out a 'mrrrp'. But it pays to be on your guard. Catty caution is essential.