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The Chronicles of Frank II (LONG AGAIN)
I should be working on a translation of a screenplay this weekend, but
Frank insisted I act as his secretary again, so here is the next instalment of his memoirs. He is on a roll. We'll see if I can meet the deadline for my job. ;o) My *paying* job. nudge nudge, Frank ________________________________ Every day, my hoomin would leave me alone for the whole day. On what she calls weekends, we would often go on trips to the countryside, where I was allowed in the Out. We went on those trips with the hoomin's friends, who soon learned to speak of us as Marinanfrank, like we were one entity. This was OK with me, as long as I could be the brains in the outfit. I soon learned to manipulate the hoomin so she would obey my every whim, and life was sweet. Then one day, we went to my Favourite Place in the Whole World: the hoomin's own island (it's *my* island now). I met a couple of cats there. They lived with my hoomin's sister, and my hoomin said they were my father and my sister, but I don't quite believe her. My 'dad' was mean to me and didn't want me to come close to him or his hoomin. He said that I was trying to steal his hoomin away from him, but I never! Why would I want her when I had my own, very well-trained one? And my 'sister'? This wasn't the cute little girl I had played with when I was a kitten at my mum's. This was almost a grown-up and very grumpy ladycat, who couldn't stand the sight of me. My own sister would never have treated me the way she treated me. My 'dad' was an all-black cat with a little white locket on his chest, and my 'sister' was a greenish-brown and black tortie (hoomin note: yes, there was a definite greenish tint to her). That summer was one of the best times of my life. There were those two grumpy cats, but the island was big, there were hardly any other people there, and my hoomin's family all showed me the respect due to a cat. I explored large parts of the island, and when I got home, Meowmie would sometimes say she had neem worried because I was gone for so long, but I did always come home for the night, and I made sure I played with my hoomin every day to keep her happy. Mornings and evening were the most exciting outside, but I was happy to cuddle with my hoomin during the night, because when it was dark, the Out did turn a bit scary. But it seems that all good things must come to an end. We went back to town and the little poky place where my hoomin and I lived during the winters. She started staying away all day again, and I got thoroughly bored. I even became a little depressed, and I would sit for long stretches of time and just stare in front of me with an empty look on my face. My hoomin was worried about me, but she said she had to work, and she also had a social life. Now, why she would need any other friends than me is beyond my comprehension. How could she choose her hoomin friends over me? (As an aside, I'm happy to report that she has eventually come to realise this, and only rarely goes out to meet other hoomins these days. On the rare occasions when she makes herself ready to go out in the evenings, I circle her and try to remind her that she doesn't *need* other hoomins as long as she's got me and Nikki. One day I will have her completely convinced of this, I am sure.) Well, my hoomin thought of a solution, of sorts, to the problem. One day when I was home feeling bored, she went away, taking a basket with her, and returned a few hours later. I was happy to see her, of course. Maybe she'd brought me some nice treat in the basket? Carefully, she opened the lid and... out jumped a little black puffy hairball, that came charging at me. I then realised that it was a kitten, and that she was bouncing sideways towards me, trying to look very dangerous and hissing at me! Well, I was so surprised, I could only sit and stare, and just step a little out of the way when she came too near. Those claws were still small, but sharp! Then Meowmie carried her to my litter box, where she took a sniff, and then came back charging at me. Wherever I went, she would follow and try to attack me. This got very old very fast, so I said to Meowmie that she had succeeded in amusing me, but she could take back the kitten where it came from now. For once, the hoomin didn't obey me. The kitten went and used my litter box. The hoomin made a great fuss over her and said she was such a clever girl. Hmph. I had used the litter box every day since I had arrived at her place, but she never praised me. What was the big deal? You need to go, you go to the litter box and do what you have to do. It's a no-brainer. But the hoomin acted as if the kitten was the world's eighth wonder for doing this. Meowmie said that was because the kitten had come from a stables, where there were no litter boxes, and also the kitten's mother had taken care of that stuff until now. In the evening, I was exhausted with the kitten (whom my hoomin called Nikki), and was very happy to see my hoomin get into bed. Finally some peace and quiet, as I was sure the kitten would not be able to get into the bed. Well, I was wrong. When she saw us settle down, she scrambled up, too. She went over to Meowmie's head and licked her neck and shoulder. Then she came over to me. I was apprehensive. Would she start attacking me again? I was so tired, I hadn't even chased the bed mice, but they were behaving quite well. Nikki came over and licked me! I thought, OK, we'll see where this leads. I remembered how I'd missed my mum on my first night with this hoomin, and stretched out a bit to let the little one cuddle up to me. She started to lick my tummy. She started purring very loud, and I couldn't help myself, I had to start purring along. Then she found a teat on my tummy. I know we boycats can't produce milk, but she didn't. She started sucking happily, and after glancing at my hoomin to see if this was OK, and I saw she was smiling very happy-looking, I let Nikki suck on me for a while. Then we both fell asleep, and the hoomin, too. This was how Nikki entered my life. -- Marina, Frank and Nikki marina (dot) kurten (at) pp (dot) inet (dot) fi Pics at http://uk.pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/frankiennikki/ and http://community.webshots.com/user/frankiennikki |
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