Fred the Cat gets Frisky
I don’t know what it says about me, but cool mornings make me frisky.
In south Florida waking up to temperatures in the mid to upper fifties makes me turn into a freakin’ frisky, Fred the Cat. I do crazy things like run laps around the patio just as fast as I can. Don’t even think about trying to catch me either.
My favorite frisky thing to do is to quickly run up behind Pop, stand up on my back legs, wrap my front paws around her leg and pretend I’m going to bite her. Just as she feels my teeth I take off and run more laps. No matter how many times I do it, it gives her a start every time. Now that’s some feline fun. And yes, sometimes when I do it she starts talking about “ducks” again.
Pop is super frisky today and it has nothing to do with cooler weather, it has to do with Madam Karma. I’ll let her tell you about it Monday. It’s a good story because I’m in it.
Is it just me or does the cool weather make you feel a little frisky too?
Have a great weekend and watch that friskiness
Fred the Cat (the cat who loves you guys)