Furball Frankie

I has been with my hooman for 460 catty days now, which is about 23 hooman days, I think... and I've noticed that he does some very odd things. For some reason, he decided to mess around with my wee and poo box. It had all of the same stuff in it - grey and grainy... which was soft on my fluffy bum. Then, today, he went and poured some other stuff in it - something with hard, white bits in. Now my wee and poo box is different colours, and has some stuff that's softer on my bum and some stuff that's harder. I did hear him say something quietly about 'running out' and 'emergency cat litter', but I'm not happy with him. I want to wee and poo on just the soft, grey, grainy stuff. I has a sad now... and a confused. I wish my hooman would stick to one thing in my wee and poo box. My life would make more sense if he did. I'm now going to protest, by clawing something until my hooman gets annoyed.

My hooman has been very kind to me. I see him taking lots of stuff of out of one of my favourite things... boxes. This means what were full boxes are now empty boxes! I has a happy. There are at least three empty boxes in my home now, and I like sitting in all of them - I'm not sure which one I prefer yet. What I like best of all is when I'm hidden from my hooman, in one of these boxes, and he can't find me. He then walks around and says 'Frankie? Frankiiiiiiiie?' in a silly, high voice. I think my favourite box of all is the one by the door to the outside. It's nice and snug. As my great great great grandcat once said; 'If it fits, I sits'.

When I trust a hooman, this is one of my favourite things in the world - rolling onto my back or my side, showing off my fluffy belly and getting lots and lots of belly rubs. It's the best thing ever! This morning, I decided to have a little nap next to my hooman. He said 'Oh hi, Frankie', then started giving me pets on my head and my back. This made me have a happy, so I rolled onto my back, said 'Mrrrp' and showed him my belly. I'm not sure what this means, but he made a noise like this: 'Awwwww'. Then he did what I wanted him to do and gave me lots and lots of belly rubs. Purrfect 😸 I stretched out further, to show off more of my belly, and said 'Mrrrp' again. More belly rubs. Then I fell asleep and dreamed of millions of open tins of toona: Mmmmmmm!

A very noisy hooman came to see my own hooman today. My hooman was on his compooter, when, suddenly, there was a knocking noise. He said 'Hang on a minute', in a very loud voice, then another hooman appeared in my home. He was carrying a big, heavy thing, in a box that said 'heater' on it. I wasn't sure about this new hooman, so I sniffed his legs. I still wasn't sure, so I went back to my favourite napping spot. My hooman went back to his compooter and said something about 'Do you want a cup of tea, mate?'... then carried on with what he was doing. Suddenly there were loud noises. Big whirring sounds, then lots of banging. I didn't like it. It made my little catty ears turn round. I had a confused. I couldn't nap properly. Then the new hooman came into the room and said 'Right - done in there'. He started doing something in this room... and there it was again - the loud whirring noise and lots of banging. I was not happy. This hooman was...

I has a worried. In the last 24 hours, I has only fitted in 16 hours of naps. Such a wasted opportunity. What am I doing with my time? I fitted in some extra naps while my hooman was on his compooter, today. I got up twice. Once to eat some biscuits. Once to poo. When my hooman came over to me, I made sure I said 'mrrrrp' to him, and I let him rub my belly. I will make sure I fit in at least 18 hours of naps over the next 24 hours. I only get 9 lives, so I don't want to waste them.

I had a sleepy earlier, as I'd only had 14 hours of naps, so was tired. It had been a hard day. My hooman came into the room where he sleeps (it's my bed, but he seems to think he can sleep in it... I don't mind though, as he's made of warms) and gave me some head strokes and some belly rubs. This was nice. Then I heard a knocking sound. My hooman said 'stay there, Frankie', then closed the door to the sleeping room. I had a confused. Then I heard lots of different hooman voices. They were saying 'do you want it here, mate?' and 'Is over here good?' Very strange. There was lots of bumping and scraping... then there was no noise at all. My hooman opened the door to the sleeping room again, so I decided to explore. The big room was completely different. There were new objects everywhere. New objects to sniff. New objects to rub with my scent. New objects to jump over. New objects to sit on. My hooman had created a little indoor catty playground for...

I has been with my new hooman for, I think, 60 catty days... which is about 10 hooman days (I tried to work this out by counting on my claws). I think I like my new hooman, but he is a bit strange. Sometimes he just calls me 'Frankie', sometimes he says 'Frankiiiiiiiiiiie', in a very high voice (I just blink at him if he does this), and sometimes he calls me 'Sir Francis Wilberforce Giuseppe Heung-Min Alejandro'... which makes me have a confused. He tries to stroke my ears, which I don't like, but I will let him touch to top of my head, my face, and my belly. I like exactly five belly rubs, then I will kick my back legs, as I want him to stop. I didn't like the food he was putting out for me at first, but he seems to have learnt from his mistake and now gives me new, yummier food. He has a strange obsession with my wees and poos. As soon as I do one, he seems to take them away and store them in a bag. Odd hooman. Today, I made an exciting discovery thoug...