The Chronicles of Frank II (LONG AGAIN)

"Marina" wrote in message
...
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

Frank, you're a saint of a cat my good fellow!

Loved the stories Marina, please keep them coming (but not at the expense of
your job, of course).

Hugs,

CatNipped

"Marina" wrote in message
...
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

Frank, you're a saint of a cat my good fellow!

Loved the stories Marina, please keep them coming (but not at the expense of
your job, of course).

Hugs,

CatNipped

"Marina" wrote in message
...
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

Frank, you're a saint of a cat my good fellow!

Loved the stories Marina, please keep them coming (but not at the expense of
your job, of course).

Hugs,

CatNipped

On Sat, 18 Sep 2004 12:27:25 +0300, Marina
yodeled:
(snip)
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.

(snip)

How sweet!


Theresa
Stinky Pictures: http://community.webshots.com/album/125591586JWEFwh
My Blog: http://www.humanitas.blogspot.com

On Sat, 18 Sep 2004 12:27:25 +0300, Marina
yodeled:
(snip)
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.

(snip)

How sweet!


Theresa
Stinky Pictures: http://community.webshots.com/album/125591586JWEFwh
My Blog: http://www.humanitas.blogspot.com

On Sat, 18 Sep 2004 12:27:25 +0300, Marina
yodeled:
(snip)
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.

(snip)

How sweet!


Theresa
Stinky Pictures: http://community.webshots.com/album/125591586JWEFwh
My Blog: http://www.humanitas.blogspot.com

Marina wrote:
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 wrote:
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 wrote:
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 wrote:
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

Snip

Another great story.
Thank you. :-)
--
Adrian (Owned by Snoopy & Bagheera)
A house is not a home, without a cat.