Monday, January 12, 2009

His Name is Francis

Sometimes he's very good and sweet, and sometimes he's horrible.
He loves loves loves Alvy, and he hates Mr. Bonkers. He's very sweet to me as long as I don't interrupt him when he's being fierce and mean, and when he's fierce and mean he growls like a mad dog and hisses and spits. And when he's sweet he purrs and rolls around on his back to get his belly scratched and plays with his tail in a most charming manner.
He just got fixed last week, so hopefully a little less kitty testosterone will chill him out a bit. If not, we'll have to sell him on eBay or something. Alvy's so happy to have a friend, though, so I hope the two alpha boys work their shit out.
(Yes, they have totally trashed my desk chair.)

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4 Comments:

Blogger Cara deBeer said...

Oh, such sweetness.

7:22 AM  
Blogger Miss T said...

I hope they're going to do all your work for you, since they've taken over your chair!

9:38 AM  
Blogger Maia said...

Cats! Humph! Don't worry, they'll work it out. Three is a hard cat number - but eventually, they'll figure out who is who.

10:51 PM  
Blogger Kitt said...

Nice to meet Mr. Francis! (Are you calling him Frankie, too?)

I have been a bad blog-person lately. I am so many posts behind that my reader stopped counting them. Real Life is keeping me on the go.

But I'm glad to see all the critters doing well. Hope you are, too.

12:52 AM  

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