Brian in
Fuzzy |
January 1, 1999
Frankie is part dog, part cat, all hair. He lays around like a cat, but requires the attention of a dog. And, just when you thought you could get away from him, up pops a tuft of hair from some impossible location.
Frankie runs the house when we're not around. He opens closet doors, sleeps in our clothes, and carries his food from his bowl into the living room, because it has a better view.
Restful
Frank, nestled in the folds of our continually unmade bed.
Two Times the Luvin
Two cats get the ear rub of a lifetime.
Frankie
The white fuzzy one.
Perched
Why does the cat perch on top of the computer? All the time? Because he's a pain in the ass. Also, the monitor is warm, and he quests fire.
Abused
Close-up of the rested, peaceful face of sleep. Quick, call the Humane Society; obviously this cat is abused.
Ahhh, Sleep
This looks like an appropriate place to sleep.
Easter Kitty
Frankie got a new coat of paint for Easter.
Baby Got Cat?
Ten bucks says you can't guess how the cat fell asleep here.
Contortionist
Narcolepsy, or is this really a comfortable place to sleep?
Give Me Catnip NOW
Like Superman and Kryptonite, Frankie loses control in the presence of the wonderous Catnip Bag.
Manson Kitty
Hallucinations? What hallucinations? Oh, the colors are so vivid. Let me bite this thing some more.
Poof
What exploded on our bed?
Catnip Rules
Catnip? Catnip? CATNIP!!
Snow Kitty
Frankie encountered his first snow. He handled it well, cowering in the corner and getting brave enough just once to actually put his paws in the snow.
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