Furball Frankie

It's Sunday. I has a sleepy. I has had lots of pre-nap naps, lots of naps, and lots of post-nap naps. It's been a tough day. Lots of naps means I need to keep myself in peak physical condition — ready for an emergency...or zoomies...or chasing a spider...or catching the sneaky red dot. The only way to stay in condition is lots of stretching. So I make sure I do the biggest stretches possible. I think my hooman is confused though - he walked in on me stretching and said 'Are you broken?' I made a 'mrrrrrrp' sound and looked cute.

My hooman is driving me mad today. Everywhere I go, he keeps coming up to me and saying 'You're so cute!' Then he starts saying silly things in a squeaky voice: 'Jooooojsh! Jooojshy-jooooojsh!' 'You're such a schmoopie doopie poople face!' 'Look at that little floofy belly!' He couples this with burying his face in my fur and making lots of 'mwah!' sounds. I just want peace. He can reach me on the bed. He can reach me on sofa. He can't reach me way down on the floor. He's too old. And too tubby. I'm safe here.

I had to clean my back feets today, so I began my usual routine. I tucked my back feets in. Stuck my back feets out. In. Out. In. Out. I shook them all about. I had a tricky licky, Then I turned around. That's how I cleans my feets.