Furball Frankie

I has a sleepy. I has a comfy. I has a cosy. I has a content. It is therefore my hooman's duty to make me even more comfy, cosy, and content. I has decided to assist him with this. When he comes into our napping quarters, where I has flomped down, I roll so that my belly is facing up. I also tucks my fluffy feets in. This gives my hooman maximum access to my belly. It also makes me look cute. So far he has responded well, giving very good, and very soft, belly rubs. He does get carried away though. He screams 'You're so cute!' Then he sticks his face in my belly fluff and blows raspberries. I don't want him to do this, so I gives him light bunny kicks. Belly rubs = good. Raspberries = not so good. I shall keep my feets tucked in for now.

It's my duty to inspect things for my hooman; his food, his furniture, his shopping, his cupboards, his general tidiness (lacking), his smell...and his clothes. It's in his best interests. I'm looking out for him. I noticed his clothes cupboard slightly open before. I don't like closed doors. I meowed at it. Hooman said; 'Really? It's not that interesting, Frankie' I meowed again. And again. And again. He huffed; 'Okay then - go in if you really want to' I went into the clothes cupboard. It smelt a bit musty. I looked up at the clothes. Pinks, blues, bright yellow, a lot of black, some grey. Not great. I lifted my head and had sniffs. It all lacked catty scent. Also not great. I pawed at the clothes. My claws got stuck. I meowed for my hooman's help. He took too long. We got my claws free. I decided. I don't like the clothes in that cupboard. My hooman can do better. I have meowed my notes to him on this matter. I hope he listens to my advice...

When I has dinner, or breakfast, I likes minimal fuss. I just likes to get on with things; munch, munch, munch, full belly, and a lick of the chops. I don't like sudden noises or movements. This is a shame, as I was distracted at dinner. I was mid-eats, when I heard a noise outside. I think it was other hoomans chatting. This took me away from my munching. I stared at the window. Nothing happened. I could still hear voices. Then I spotted a small flapping thing, within the room. This distracted me further. Must pounce. I had to walk around the room three times, do a catty headshake, then return to my bowl. Difficult times.

My hooman came in before, with two bags. He shouted 'Frankiiiiiie! Shoppiiiiiiing!' The bags contained foods. I know this because I sniffed them. It's very important that I inspects all bags that come into my home. They contained hooman foods. And they contained catty foods. I meowed at my hooman. I wanted to see what catty foods he had. But he wouldn't show me properly. He just went into the foods room and started taking things out of the bags. He put most of those things in the big, tall, white thing. I lost interest. Then I heard a familiar crinkling sound. It's a sound that means 'snacks'. I like snacks. I meowed urgently at my hooman. I saw it in his hand. The orange bag. Dreamies. I rubbed myself all over his legs. He cannot hide Dreamies from me. He tried to move away. I walked in between his legs. He tripped. He sighed...and opened the packet. Success. I ate some Dreamies, then walked in front of him again.

I has many activities I likes to do. I is a kitty with varied interests. I likes naps, of course, and rubbing my face against things. But two of my favourite activities is blinking and yawning. These are very important. Yawning allows me to stretch my mouth muscles, ready for loud meows - particularly if I has a hungy. It also shows my pointy teeth, so anyone nearby knows that I is a vicious predator. Blinking helps me to deal with the effort of constantly having my eyes open. It also helps me to communicate with my hooman. As in 'Hello hooman, I quite like you - yes, you may pet my belly'. Blinking and yawning can be quite tiring though. They're vigorous exercises for me, so sometimes I needs a nap after lots of blinks and yawns.

I is a simple creature. I has one lot of feets covers. My fur. One colour. Black. No fuss. No drama. It keeps my feets warm. My hooman is a fusspot. He has many many many feets covers. He keeps them all on a rack. He has red ones, green ones, blue ones, white ones, black ones, brown ones. Some are long and skinny. Some are chunky. Why so many covers, just for feets? Aren't they uncomfortable on his paw pads? Hoomans are so confusing.