Furball Frankie

I was having sniffs, around my home. I sniffed lots of things — cupboards, chairs, boxes. Then my catty nostrils caught the scent of something. It was cheesy. It was really strong. It ponged. I tried to find out where it was coming from. I was pulled towards the big, main room, where my hooman was sitting. The smell was even stronger. Next to him were his feets covers. That's where the smell was coming from. *Catty gag* Poo, hooman — your feets stinks! They needs a wash. I meowed and looked up at him in disbelief...    

Wherever possible, I like to help my hooman throughout the day. In fact, to help him with his 'werk', it's my job to: Look cute all day. Take naps. Leave my belly available for fluffy therapy. Purr. Blink. Wee in my tray, to give my hooman something to get up for. Talk to my hooman, to keep him company. Sit on top of things that he needs. By doing all of this, I'm offering my hooman my service. This is my sacrifice to him.        

I like to have a comfy. It's my preferred way of napping. So my hooman made me happy before. I was having a rest in his napping quarters, near the soft cushions for his head, when he came into the room. He said 'Frankiiiiiiie! You're so cute!' I blinked at him. Then he came over to me and stroked my head, gave me ear scritches, and stroked my back. I blinked again. After that he pulled the covers up and laid them over me. This was nice. I had warms. He started telling me a catty story: 'Once upon a time, there was a panther in the jungle who...' I napped.

We cats only allow hoomans access to our bellies when we feel safe around them. We only allow belly rubs when we truly trust them. Sometimes, access to our bellies is a trap, and we'll attack as soon as the first hand touches us. I has decided I quite like my hooman. This means he is granted full fluffy belly access. In turn, this means I gets my full belly rubbed - from chin to back feets. Happy. Some may say the 'full access pose' is a little undignified, but I don't care — I loves belly rubs.

Sometimes I like getting close to my hooman. Really close. He's made of warms, so that helps - it means I has a comfy. It has to be on my terms though - when I feel ready for snuggles. For example, if my hooman retires to his napping quarters, I like to wait until he's fully settled...then go and plop myself right in the middle of his chest. From here, I can purr, stick my nose in his face, give him catty headbutts, and receive lots of fuss. Sometimes he'll say 'Frankie, that's not very comortable', but I just blink at him and look cute. I'm allowed to do this, but my hooman must not invade my catty personal space. If he does, I let out an annoyed yowl and go into another room - it's only fair.  

I like to help my hooman around our place. I like to help wherever I can. Like last night... My hooman pulled old, smelly sheets off of our napping quarters, then came into the room with new, fresh ones. I knew I needed to assist him. I jumped onto the bed, went into the middle, and settled into a loaf position. This was to keep it warm — very important. He put some new covers on the soft things his head goes on. Then he got a big sheet out. He said 'Frankie! Move!' Then it suddenly went dark...who turned out the lights? I was underneath something. My hooman made a huffing noise, then suddenly it was light again. He said 'You can't stay there, Frankie'. I blinked at him, then settled down on top of this new sheet. He huffed again. Then he started flapping about with the big soft thing that goes on the bed. I blinked at him a few more times...then yawned. He put the big soft thing on the bed...then put a bit of it over me. I had a comfy. He said 'Thanks for all y...

I think it's important for us cats to help our hoomans out. We need to keep them healthy, after all — so they can feed us and give us essential ear scritches. So I try to keep my hooman in good shape, both mentally and physically. Okay, I don't really help him physically, other than making him chase me when he tries to put me in the box to take me to the catty doctor. I do try to help him mentally though. I do this by offering therapy, in the form of... - Soothing purrs - Slow blinks - Being cute - Sitting on him, which makes him all warm - Allowing him to stroke me - Letting him bury his hand in my soft belly fluff This last one is very important. If my hooman is having a tough day, and making lots of huffing and puffing sounds, I find that allowing him to stroke my belly fur instantly soothes him. I just hope he appreciates how much I do for him.