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Hello to all,
Please bear with us while we learn the ropes of Cat Blogging. My paws are rather awkward since The Lady needs to trim my claws (as if I would let her). We need all of you to help us figure out how to fix up our blog house. Where is the tuna? And...the litter box? We will be bringing on board some more handsome photos of me and a few snaps of my siblings (just little ones) as we are able to get The Lady or My Bestfriend to help us. I guess this is all for now because the heater just came on and I want to go fluff my furs. Purry Happy to meet you! Frankie

Sunday, October 9, 2011

Attempted Drowning

As you can see, it has been eons since The Lady has opened the page to let us have contact with the world.  She has her reasons but none of them are valid as far as I can tell.  She is just another inconsistent and inconsiderate human who has her priorities askew.  And I have a perfect example of this to share with you.  A few days ago....

The house was quiet and cozy.  I decided to do my usual patrol of kitchen counters and cupboards.  I had just finished examining the bottom food cupboard and had jumped onto the counter to watch The Lady chop carrots, when I noted a cold drippy sensation on my privates and tail.  I was also suddenly aware of a nasty odor akin to cleaning fluid from the vets office. I felt some creeping confusion and just when I gathered my wits and was ready to jump down and lick my chilled rear, The Lady turned and saw me...."Oh SHEEEIT, FRANKIE!" she shrieked....Now I WAS alarmed.  But before I could evacuate the area, The Lady scooped me up and dumped my entire lower half; my beautiful fluffy tail, manly paws, and nicely tufted rearend...all into a pan of lukewarm dirty dish water.  Well,  Holy MouseInnards!  I was IRATE and fought with all of my might!  How could The Lady, who has always been trustworthy (as much as a human could be) all of a sudden turn into a maniac and try to drown ME?!  I fled the area and slid under the bed.  Jasper, alarmed and perplexed, stood sentry at my side.  Time passed and I crept forward...EEEEKKK!  I was attacked again and my poor little body was sloshed into another sink of water until I was so diluted with the hateful stuff that my gorgeous tail had melted into humiliation.   One good thing in all of this is I did get a handsome swap of claw into The Lady's arm...THAT is when I managed to escape for good. 

Time passed...I licked...and licked...and licked my distraught tail.  And, then, I smelled a lovely fishy aroma...wafting across the floor.  Yuuummmm....could that be TUNA?  TUNA!  I will say that when The Lady goes crazy, she really does experience remorse and tries to undo her evil actions.  And I didn't even have to share with the others.  After the tuna, The Lady apologized and petted me and gave me slow love eyes and head bumps.  She says that sitting in jewelry cleaner could make me sick....what is jewelry cleaner? 

Time has passed.  My tail has dried and re-fluffed to magnificent proportions.  I am, once again, incredibly handsome and The Lady promises never to put jewelry cleaner on my kitchen counter again.


  1. yikes, scary moment for everyone! glad it had a happy ending! Tuna makes everything better!

  2. Oh, no! We wondered what on earth had gotten on your furs to make your human do that to you!

    We're glad you're okay, though, and that you got tuna by way of apology. :-)

    BTW, it HAS been a long time since we've seen you here, so it's great to read a post!

  3. The Lady is gonna have to start paying more attention to where she puts things. Especially things enquiring kitties can reach.

    Glad things worked out OK. Don't tell Daisy & Jasper about the tuna, or they'll start sitting in every thing they can find, too.

  4. Accidents will happen, Frank, though I must say care has to be taken around a cat's tail. I know, because I've stepped on a few... The good thing about cats is that they will always let a person know exactly when and by how much they are dissatisfied. That is a good thing, right?

    Thank you for leaving your comments on my blog. Saving whiskers, especially from the likes of Renn, sounds like a good idea. No matter how many they lose, cats always seem to have a full compliment, don't they? Though with a feline such as my big boy, it would be hard to tell if he lost one or two!

  5. LOL! Frank had every right to be alarmed, but tuna makes everything right again. Ah, if it only worked on us humans...



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