When Freddie came to live at our house in August he was the sweetest little cat I had ever met. I couldn’t believe how lucky I was to have adopted the perfect cat.
Wellllll, time marches on. Freddie evidently realized pretty soon that he had a permanent home. So he didn’t have to be on his best behavior anymore. And a whole other cat emerged.
I never believed in the devil before but I have definitely met the Cat Devil.
Just look at this sweet, innocent-looking cat just waiting for somebody to come and give him a cuddle.
Now do you see Beezlebub behind those cunning eyes?
Yes, dear, I know it’s dinner time.
As i write this, there is a lot of commotion going on downstairs. I keep (or I used to until Freddie arrived) rubber bands and twist ties in a jar in the kitchen. Now they are spread all over the house and when I want to use one I have to hunt for it. Sometimes by the time I find one, the rubber band is in five pieces. And the twist tie will be so chewed up it is unrecognizable.
Although he was playing with this twist tie for at least half an hour, when I wanted to take a photo of him in action, he refused to comply and would only stand there staring at me. So here is Freddie with his twist tie. Of course, as soon as I started up the stairs he went back to throwing it in the air and chasing it across the floor!
The cats have a choice of the roof deck or the front balcony for some fresh air. Previously, neither Friday nor Pharaoh was able to escape out into the street as I had installed garden fencing all the way around the top railings. Along comes Freddie!
One night I couldn’t find him anywhere. So I figured he was hiding somewhere in the house. By 5:00am I still couldn’t sleep worrying about him. So I went outside and looked down into the walkway. I heard this unmistakeable squeaking. Freddie had managed to get out into the street but I had no idea how.
A few days later my downstairs neighbor called me asking if I knew anything about a black and white cat who had ended up in her place. The cat had no collar. Of course, I knew it was Freddie. He must have lost his collar in the escape.
The next day Freddie and I were out on the balcony watching the people walking by with their strollers and dogs. The next thing I knew Freddie was staring back at me from way up in the tree! It all happened so fast, it was like he sprouted wings and flew into the tree. I was concerned that he wouldn’t be able to jump back over the fence into the balcony. So I ran upstairs to put on some street shoes so I could hopefully coax him down to the front lawn. Before I could even get to the bedroom Freddie was under my feet!
I have now installed chicken wire on that side of the balcony and so far he has not figured out a way around it!
I bought him a really nice, no expense spared scratching post. But of course, he prefers to trim his claws on the furniture.
You can just see the corner of the scratching post just inches to the left of the table leg that he prefers to scratch on. I think he is saying “This is what I think of your dumb scratching post! You can’t fool me!”
And paper towels? They are best of all because you can carry them all over the house and leave a mess in every room!
Freddie likes to investigate to make sure everything is in working order. Good thing I was paying attention as I was about to throw in a load of laundry!
This was a pretty close call with the dishwasher! One of these days, Freddie….
Not to be missed is the daily shower… we all know that water dripping out of a faucet is so much more tasty than out of the drinking bowl.
But there is nothing more fun than hopping into the refrigerator! I tried closing the door on him and leaving him in the cold and dark for a minute at a time…. but you guessed it…. he enjoyed being in there and refused to come out! Because he hides in the back behind the water jug, if I don’t see him when I am leaving the house, I have to check in the fridge to make sure he is not taking a cool nap in there.
I bought this interesting looking fresh ginger at the farmers’ market. Of course I couldn’t keep Freddie out of the shot.
This eggplant had a crazy pattern on it. Freddie thought the stalk was more interesting. I couldn’t get one clean shot of the eggplant by itself so I finally gave up.
In the office Freddie is a major help. As soon as I get up from my chair, Freddie is eager to keep the chair warm for me.
Here he is checking out the recycling bin… I don’t know, are cats recyclable?
And we don’t want to leave the keyboard unattended… who knows what might happen… %^&*()kj&*&^&^%hjhkjhk…
Even Freddie has to take a nap once in a while. A rare moment of domestic bliss when he is not chasing, jumping out at, or stealing food from Pharoah.
All photos and content copyright roslyn m wilkins. Please feel free to pass along this post via email or social media, but if you wish to use some of our images or text outside of the context of this blog, either give full credit to myself and One Good Life in Los Angeles, or contact us for proper usage. Thanks!