Furball Frankie

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.

I has a happy. I has a super happy. It's that time of year. Sunbeams are at just the right height to hit my fluffy belly in the mornings. And they're just the right temperature - not too hot, but not so weak that they do nothing. This is the perfect time to flomp on the floor, next to my hooman...belly up, looking cute, doing slow blinks. I gets the warm sun on my belly fluff, plus I get extra belly rubs. Life is good.

I likes clean. I also likes mess. This is lucky, because my hooman is messy. Our napping quarters are full of just...stuff. Soft stuff, paper stuff, smelly stuff, clean stuff, solid stuff. My hooman leaves them all over the bed - scattered. This has its advantages though. It means different areas of the bed has different scents. This makes things interesting. It also means I has a choice whether to nap under or on top of things. And it means some areas of the bed are softer than others. Hooman is messy...but that's okay.

If you has a comfy spot, it's important to keep it. I has been in a comfy spot all night...and all day. I don't want to move. It's cosy. I might stay here forever. Occasionally I accept a belly rub. But mostly I keep my paws over my face, to block out the light. I has a comfy.