a little frank

We are currently cat-sitting my parents' cat, Frank, while they do a little traveling, West Coast-style. My parents got Frank a few years ago when they decided they wanted a pet, but didn't want to be tied down to the care and feeding of a dog...so a cat seemed to fit the bill.

Boy were they ever wrong. Frank's a big boy. He likes him some food. So he wakes my mom up at 5 AM so that he can get some breakfast. And if my parents drop by our house and we invite them to stay for dinner, they always say they have to go feed Frank. (This, of course, is more likely a nice way of saying my cooking sucks...but I'm going to blame the cat.)

My parents were very, very, very nervous for the Slackers to watch Frank, in part because Frank ran away once and was lost for 2 weeks -- having two active children aren't exactly the right circumstances for keeping the doors closed at all times. Also, my mom was nervous that throwing a high-maintenance cat to the mix of working, travelling and raising two kids would be more than I could handle. Apparently, she's not fooled by the SuperMom aura I'm sure I give off to you guys. But, since their catsitting options were limited to us and, well, us...Frank came here on Wedensday.

So far, it's going pretty well. Frank is kind of walking around shell-shocked, but he's starting to warm up to us. Here he is telling me he thinks I work too hard.E and A *love* Frank. Everytime A sees him she shouts "HI FANKS!" This morning, E helped me put down his food and water down. She then told Frank that it was ready and we were going to have a great day!
Oh...notice the slippers? That's prize #2 of the Great Behavior Chart Prize Giveaway. Why so long between prizes? Totally keep forgetting to update her chart. But...it's still works to encourage good behavior. Go figure.