Frankie, hanging out with Dennis on my bed.
Dewey looks a little lights-on-no-one-home here, doesn’t he? Probably because he was about 6 inches from the kerosene heater. His brain was melting.
“I’m melllltingggg!”
Frankie on the heated blanket.
Sweet boy.
Frankie continues to do well. We got a look at his mouth over the weekend, and it’s definitely improved. He has started eating kibble.
Frankie has definitely decided that Fred is his person. He follows him from room to room like a puppy. I mean, if Fred is unavailable, then I will do, and he’s happiest when both of us are in the same room, but it’s clear who he prefers. Which is FINE, that’s just FINE, whatEVER, Frankie. He, Jake, and Dewey have become semi-friends, racing around together. He and Archie are not caring for each other, which I know you’re shocked by since Archie is such a laid-back buddy type. Frankie and Stefan are trying to decide whether they want to be friends or foes. The rest of them pretty much ignore Frankie.
And that is the current state of Frankie!
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Jake in the Jake Cave. There’s a heated bed in that cave, and Jake loves it. Our cats, in case you hadn’t noticed, rarely have to go more than 5 feet to find a heated bed. Spoiled rotten? Nahhhh.
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Previously
2016: No entry.
2015: No entry.
2014: When a rooster crows in a confined space like a coop, it is REALLY FREAKIN’ LOUD.
2013: They look like they’re gargling.
2012: “I not love you, lady.”
2011: No entry.
2010: Do you remember Hoyt?
2009: No entry.
2008: More glaring.
2007: Maxi through the front door.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.