Furball Frankie

Hooman didn't make anything in the food room tonight. Hooman ordered something on the compooter. Food came. I circled hooman's feet. He opened the box. I jumped up onto the table. I had sniffs. Eugh! It smelt cheesy. No chicken. No prawns. Rubbish. I walked away. Why does he get this stuff? He's a noisy eater too.    

It has been a day of flomps. Remarkable flomps. I has flomped in the kitchen, but the wooden bench is a bit hard. I has flomped on the armchair, but it's a bit too squishy. I has flomped on my hooman's bed - I have to admit, that's quite comfy. I flomped on one of the stairs, but it's not really big enough for my fluffiness. So, I has found a new favourite flomping spot for today - the squishy (but less squishy than the armchair) red chair. I shall flomp here for a while. Then I have other important cat business to attend to.

Hmmm...things are getting stranger and stranger about my new place. It doesn't have the floor of the last place. It's hard. I can't flomp onto it. I tried sitting on it, but I got a cold bum. I tried resting on it, but it's a bit hard. It's quite good for plodding on, but it's not quite up to my standard. I hope the floor strandrard improves. It certianly needs some rugs.

There has been many new and exciting things about exploring my new home. The carpet is very scratchable...and it feels so good to roll around on. I have 4 beds to choose from, for maximum flomps. But I has discovered new skills. I has discovered catrobatics. I is a master of balance. I can walk back and forth on this wooden beam, meowing to my hooman if I get stuck. Then I can sit on the plinth at the end, like a giant lion. I wonder what's next for me? A medal? A statue? An honorary degree? I'm such a talented cat.

I is not a silly kitty. I is a very clever kitty. I knows how to make the most of situations. In this new house in particular I know how to do this. The floor is nice and soft, which means maximum flomps for me. I can flomp from pretty much any standing position, then appreciate the softness. But it also has other advantages. My hooman cannot resist giving me belly rubs when I've flomped and my belly is all exposed. This is perfect on the nice soft floor, because I can just roll back and forth and still be comfy. So I shows one bit of my belly, then, when I've had enough rubs on that bit, I roll over, with a 'mrrrrp', and show the other half of my belly. I get all the rubs on that bit...then I rolls back. It's great. I get absolutely maximum belly rubs. Happy.

I don't think I has posted on here in a while. I's been too busy exploring. Something strange happened. My hooman took us from our usual home, took me in the vroom vroom...and suddenly let me out into a room in a strange house. I had a confused...and lots of sniffs. He kept me in this room, with my poo and wee tray, my food and water, some toys, and a comfy towel. It had a huge bed in it - perfect for spread-out naps. But I got bored quickly. I knew the house was much bigger than our usual place. I wanted to see it. When my hooman next came to the door, I ran out; freeeeeeedom! There was so much to see and sniff. There were stairs to run up and down - extra space for zoomies. And the floor was soft, unlike our usual home. Perfect for lying down and rolling around on. But the best thing? There are multiple places for flomps. There are three floors. One floor has two beds for flomps. Another floor has two smaller beds for flomps. The lounge has three soft long chairs for flomps. ...