Frankie and Rascal Update

Well, the bad news is that Frankie, the diminutive Siamese, simply stopped showing up - around the same time Timmy fell ill. Just gone. After a summer of snacking with us and even napping inside, he has vanished. Perhaps his owners moved, or gave him away, or... ??? I'd rather not think about the "or's", but it still feels suspicous to me. On the good side, Rascal, who first appeared in the early spring (see photos), and often showed up at the same time as Frankie, leading me to think they had the same home, is still skulking around, and we hope/assume he has a home. Only once this summer did he seem ravenous and so we fed him. But maybe his owners were late coming back from somewhere etc. (Some people actually have a very loose definition of cat-ownership and all it's responsibilities). He seems much less desperate now: he plays with my gang in the garden, but generally goes on his way. But I am sure he knows that if he is ever in dire straights, he can come to us. We also have a Chaiyka look-alike (who happily looks very healthy and has a collar with tags),and a sweet tortie and white from across the street called "Boo". My garden is the best spot in the neighborhood - a real haven for "creatures great and small"!

More updates on everyone else later this week!

 
 
 
 

Frankie and the Dahlias

Hmm - so here is Frankie in the solarium - the tiny little Siamese that has had us all wondering, is he homeless??? He seems to be spending more and more time around the house, and today, we actually forgot he was inside, and I found him all cozy on my armchair in the living room! Such a cutie, but the other residents aren't too sure...but I suspect, before too long, I'll find most of the supposed "enemies" bum-to-bum" on the bed...it's been known to happen. The old stare, hiss, growl, and spook routine sometimes seems to be staged for the benefit of us humans: the audience.

Check out other forms of entertainment over atThe Friday Ark and then Carnival of the Cats on Sunday.

Can We Come in?

Mr. Poole peers into the back door and asks, "Can I come in now? I promise I'll behave!"

"Me too? Me too!?" (Asks little Frankie through the screen of the solarium...)

Timmy looks dubious, but a little smug as he thinks, "ha - I'm already in!"

More comings and goings over at The Friday Ark and then Carnival of the Cats on Sunday.