A couple of people said happy birthday to Floki the other day even though I didn’t post about it. It reminded me his birthday was coming up and I made a note to look it up when I got home, which I forgot to do until this morning.
Floki was born on or around the eighteenth of April 2016. Since we don’t know his exact birthday, it could very well be today. Even so, I feel bad that other people remember before I do.
I tried to find a recent photo of Floki alone but everything recent has Chris lying next to him or on top of him. The photo below was from two months ago.
Hopefully I won’t forget Chris’s birthday next month.
Some days our house seems like a satellite office of the post office. I won’t mention any names but someone I’m married to likes to shop online.
After I took Frankie for a walk yesterday, Chris wanted to go outside, so I sat on the front step and watched him while he lay in the driveway and enjoyed the sun. The door opened and that someone I mentioned earlier threw the empty box from the first of four packages she received that day out the door. We often throw empty boxes out the door until one of us goes outside and takes them to the garbage can. The box was too much for Chris to resist.
My wife runs several apartment communities. During covid, they started unlocking available units so people could look at them without the staff present. The called them “self-tours” and they still sometimes do that on the weekends when the office is closed.
Now, whenever Frankie escapes, we say he is on a self-tour of the neighborhood. He took one of those self-tours this morning at around 5:15. My wife was going to one of her properties fifty miles away and realized she forgot to plug her car in last night so she asked if I would plug it in for her. Even though she had 200 miles left on her battery, she still felt like she needed more. That’s because she drives 357 miles per hour, which drains the battery faster.
I had just fed the cats and Frankie was busy eating so I thought it would be easy getting out the door. I thought wrong. As soon as the door opened six inches I noticed a tan flash zip out the door. I tried to get him before he got too far but he quickly ran under a car where he knows I can’t reach him. I went back inside, put my shoes on, and returned to where Frankie was last but he was gone. I looked for a while, but it was dark except for the nearby streetlight.
Rose and I opened the door every five minutes or so to see if he had returned. After forty-five minutes, I opened the door and saw him on the street. He ran to the house and climbed the steps. He was met by Floki at the door. I certainly didn’t want Floki to get out because he is a big freaker-outer so I pushed him back to give Frankie room to come in. Frankie just stood there sniffing. Then Floki walked around me and showed up at the door on the other side. Again, I held him back, but Frankie had made up his mind. He wasn’t ready to come in. He turned around and headed away from the house.
Fifteen minutes later I opened the door and called Frankie’s name. I waited several seconds but didn’t see him so I started to close the door. When I did I felt resistance and looked down to see Frankie coming inside.
After his return, Rose said, “You are NOT taking Frankie for a walk today. You shouldn’t reward his bad behavior.” I happen to have today off, and Frankie is relentless about asking to go outside. The weather is bad. It is very windy, and rain is expected soon, but Frankie cares about none of that.
I didn’t get a picture of Frankie today but here he is on another self-tour.
I didn’t plan on writing a second book but several people said they wanted to read more about Katie and Joe, so I thought a sequel was in order. I know see potential for a series. In this book, Joe learns more about his healing abilities and how to control them. Here is the description from the back of the book.
In this gripping sequel to “The Last Healer,” Katie and Joe, fresh from their honeymoon, must race to Milwaukee to save the life of Katie’s dear friend Ashley after she and her mother fall victim to a ruthless attack. With Ashley on the brink of death while a priest delivers Last Rites, her only chance for survival is Joe’s remarkable healing powers.
What starts as a rescue mission turns into a murder investigation as they investigate the killing of Ashley’s mother. While searching for the shooter, their investigation leads them to a chilling conspiracy centered on the city’s homeless population. As they uncover more of the truth, they become targets as someone is determined to silence them. Will Katie and Joe find who is behind a series of murders, or will they become the next victims?
This book can be read as a standalone book, but it would be better to read The Last Healer first. As always, you can help me by leaving reviews on Amazon, or anywhere. If you would like to read and review this or any of my books but are on a tight budget (which I more than understand) send me an email to cehuss at tampabay.rr.com. Let me know which book or books you want and weather you want the paperback or Kindle version. I will give out as many as I can afford.
As of this writing, the print version is not available because of a problem with the cover but I hope to have it fixed later today or tomorrow.
Here is a post from July of 2016. I still make the same homemade food but only give it to them for breakfast. I give them canned food for lunch and dinner. I learned that too much of the same thing means they won’t eat it. I also learned that they won’t eat anything but chicken. Even turkey is a no,
I now work for an aquarium maintenance service. The business is run out of my boss’s home. I show up there at 6:15 in the morning four days a week. Earlier I introduced you to Bill, who is almost always on the pool table ready to greet me. There are also two other cats there, Sampson and Delilah, who are siblings.
Bill, Delilah, and Sampson
Bill was happy to see me the first day we met. Sampson was a bit shy, and it took him a month or two to warm up to me. Now he waits for me outside and greets me when I get out of my car. Delilah took about six months to warm up to me. She is now happy to get pets from me, but she doesn’t yet seek me out.
This is a post from July of 2016. Chris wore me down and I gave up on weaning him off dry food. I try to keep it to a minimum, but he still gets his kibble.
Good morning, everyone. I hope your day is going as good as Frankie’s. He started out this morning rolling around on the dining room table. Actually, he started by knocking my coffee off the table, but the point is, he was a happy kitty.
That was followed by a nice walk where he got to see at least four dogs and a squirrel.
Bad Cat Chris 