Furball Frankie

I has a hmmmmmnnnn.... I has ihhjiiokokk... There's socks on the window... I needs warms, because of hooman farming... I stsysiudoidjoij... Heheheheheheheh! Has anyone seen the hurple flurple durple? Where's the last biscuit tray dragon? Hooman — please get me extra usaisiuaoaspo... I loves catnip! Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.    

I believe it's a special day. I believe it's 2 years since I adopted my hooman. I believe it's 2 years since I walked into his life and blessed him with my fluffy presence. I hope he realises just how lucky he is. I provides him with warmth, the chance to pet me, my fluffy belly, opportunities to feed me, the ability to clean up my poo, and full entertainment. I sniffs everything that comes into our home, offering full security. I check food for contaminants...but mainly just to see if it's tasty. I check the napping potential of various areas. I defend us both against the red dot. There is so much I do for my hooman — I don't think he realises. It was a very good day when I walked into his life.

I made a decision this morning. I thought long and hard about it . I decided to leave my nice warm cupboard for a bit and sit on the bed. Then I decided to lie down on the bed. This gave my hooman full access to all my fluffiness. It meant he could pet me as much as he pleased. This was my gift to him. I left the cupboard to allow him to do this. I hope he truly appreciates the great sacrifice I made.      

I had good sleep last night. I moved back onto the bed with my hooman. This is useful as he's made of warms. I also like to be within petting distance, so he can give me fuss. I settled between his legs, as this is comfy and gives maximum warms. He wriggled a bit during the night, which was annoying. But, in general, he behaved. The annoying thing is that he got up this morning, which meant my warms went. I was too sleepy to move though. I needed something to make me feel better, in the absence of my soft, squishy hooman. I gave him little squeaky meows, as I know he finds these cute. He had no choice but to sit and stroke my side, and give me belly rubs. Because of this, I has decided to forgive him for getting up. He's lucky I'm such a merciful kitty.

Today has been a day for thinking. A day for deep reflection. A day for pondering. After a nap, some biscuits, and a wash, I went to my favourite window sill. I sat. I watched the squirrels. I swished my tail. I considered all those poor creatures with lesser tails than mine. I thought about those who live in trees and where they sleep at night. I thought about chicken. I thought about ham. I thought about whether the red dot ever gets a chance to rest. I wondered where my hooman takes my poo to. I chattered at a robin. It's good to practice meowndfulness.

Hooman is typing. Hooman pauses. Hooman looks up. Now? Hooman starts typing again. Hooman makes a huffing noise. Hooman scratches his face. Hooman sticks his finger in his nose. Now? Hooman returns to typing. Hooman eats something. Hooman writes something down. Hooman moves his legs. Hooman looks at phone. Hooman looks at me. Hooman says 'Hi Frankie', strokes my head, and gives me ear scritches. Better.