Furball Frankie

It is Sunday. Many things lie ahead next week. This is when I has thinks. Big thinks. I may well be a filosofer. I thinks things like: 'Why does it get dark, then light, then dark again? Why not just constantly light or constantly dark?' 'With hooman teeth being so blunt, and having no claws, how do they hunt?' 'Why do birds suddenly appear every time I am near?' 'Where does the red dot go when it disappears?' 'Why don't hoomans headbutt each other to say hello?' 'Why is there a mini-sun in the ceiling of every room in my home? 'Do creatures without tails get sad that they don't have one?' 'Where are my siblings and what are they doing now?' It's hard thinking all these things. It makes me tired. Time for a pre-nap nap.

I has had my breakfast today. I has also had some snacks. But I has an early hungry. It's before my usual time, but I want dinner. I has meowed to my hooman. I has scratched all the soft things. I has jumped up and given him headbutts to the face. But still he ignores me. Instead he put out some more chicken biscuits. This is not what I ordered...but I ate them anyway. I should ask to see the manager...

When a cat's got to go, a cat's got to go. When I feel my belly rumbling, and I feel my dinner working its way through, I know it's time... It's time to visit my poo and wee box. I walk into it, turn around a few times, dig around a bit, then position myself for a big poo. Then, when my poo is done...relief! I feel so much lighter! I feel free! I jump out of the box and run around. I run to the window sill and jump up onto it. Then I jump back down and run to my hooman's napping quarters and into the cupboard. Then I run back into the big room. Then I lick my front feets for a bit. I love post-poo zoomies.

I has abandoned my spot under the table and decided to flomp in my hooman's napping quarters. My hooman decided to come and see me. This was nice. He gave me chin scritches and stroked my fluffy cheeks. When he does this, I has a happy, so I wants to show affection. I does this by nudging my hooman's nose with my little catty nose, and also by rubbing my face on his. This is my way of saying 'Hi, I like you, hooman'. I enjoyed the scritches, then I had a nap. This has tired me out, so I may have another nap.

I likes attention from my hooman. I likes face smooshes (sometimes), head scritches, ear scritches, chin scritches, pets on my chest, pets on my back, and, of course, belly rubs...when permitted. But there's one scritch that's my favourite in the whole world - one scritch that beats all other scritches. And that scritch is...tail scritches! Not the end of my tail, but just at the base of it. It's the best thing ever, and it makes me purr...lots. If I'm laying down, it also makes me stick my fluffy butt up in the air. I ❤️ tail scritches.    

Sometimes I has a happy, and I purr. Sometimes I has a super duper happy. When I has a super duper happy, there's only one way to show this. I find my nearest soft and squishy thing, stand on top of it, and does a little happy dance - pushing my front feets up and down on it. If my hooman sees me doing this, he saws 'Awwww! Frankie - are you making biscuits?' Then he strokes my head. This makes me even more super duper happy, so I does even more of a happy dance.

Today I has more warms. I has sits by the window. I looks out. I takes in all the sun. I lets my fur get warm. Then my hooman comes over and strokes my head and my back, and gives me ear scritches. I think I'll sit here all day. Happy.

I'm not sure what's going on with my hooman. He's changed his habits. In recent weeks, he's been disappearing for a bit, then returning home, smelling really bad...with his face leaking. He bends down to give me head scritches, which I accept, of course...but he stinks. Then he mutters something about 'Good seshon at the jim'. I've no idea where he's going or who or what 'jim' is, but he needs to wash himself when he gets in. As always, he chooses the hard way - standing under a thing that sprays water, rather than just licking himself clean. At least he doesn't smell afterwards though. Very strange. I wonder what he's up to...

I has a sad. I has a worried. I has a anxious. My hooman started moving around our home with cloths, wiping things and humming. Then he went and got 'the machine'...which I don't like. It's a big, loud, whirring thing, and it's horrible. He used it in the room I was in and it made my little catty ears go back. Then he got too close to me, so I ran off. I could hear him taking it from room to room. Then he came into the room I'd run to, made my catty ears go back again, and got too close to me. I yowled and ran off again. The noise suddenly stopped, but I don't know when he might use 'the machine' again - hoomans are so unpredictable. I wish he wouldn't use it. It's scary.    

I has a wary. My hooman is in a funny mood. He keeps saying 'Hiiiiiiiiii!' and 'You're a gorgeous little floof!' His voice goes really high when he does this. He also keeps making up songs about me, like: 'Because Frankiiiiiiiie, you're gonna be the one that saves meeeeee. And after all, You're a big fluffbaaaaaaaall' And; 'And IIIIIIII-eeeeee-IIIIIIII-eeeee-IIIIII Will always love Frankiiiiii-eeeeeee!' I has decided to keep a safe distance from him, sit in a comfy spot, and stare it him...just so I can run and hide somewhere if he gets any weirder.    

I has had a stressful day. Lots of wandering around, washing myself, and my hooman going 'Mwah' on my head. I has decided I wants a little peace and quiet. So I has found myself a nice spot for this. I is hidden away from my hooman. I likes fuss most of the time, but sometimes I don't want scritches, or strokes, or tickles. Sometimes I just wants to curl up and nap. So that's what I is doing. I'll hop down again later, when I want some Dreamies.

I has a happy today. I think it's that time of year when things start changing. It's that time when things start getting lighter, and warmer. I has sits by the window. And my favourite thing happened - a sunbeam landed on me. I enjoyed it warming my fur. I did slow catty blinks. I basked in it. I watched the squirrels and made noises at some of them. Then I lay down so that the sunbeam could cover all of me. Good times are coming.

I has been wandering about with many things to say today. I has meowed in my hooman's napping quarters. I has meowed on one window sill. I has meowed on the other window sill. I has meowed by the front door. I has meowed at the cupboards. I has meowed at the chairs. I has meowed at the table. I has meowed in every room. I has meowed lots of times at my hooman. He has tried to meow back, but his accent is awful and he makes too many grammatical errors. I is very chatty today.