Wet Sock

                Another pair of socks are soaking wet!  I never have this problem in the summertime and it’s not just because I don’t wear socks then.  During the summer Frank plays in the outdoor water dish instead of the one in the kitchen.  This is a wonderful set-up because A. it’s outdoors where no one cares if the cement gets wet and B. the outdoor dish has a 5-gallon reservoir so it outlasts Frank’s playtime.

Frank strikes again

                Now that Frank is in for the winter, I get constant requests from the other cats for more water.  Frank doesn’t just splash in it so it goes onto the surrounding high-rimmed rubber mat, he uses his paw like a hockey stick and sends the “puck” (in this case water) sailing across the kitchen floor where clueless humans step in it with sock feet.

                Frank’s legendary ability to focus keeps him at it until the water dish is drained.  He'll return for more as many times as the dish gets refilled.  This cat seriously needs some outside time.

                Thus ends another entry in the “it’s going to be a long winter” chapter of my life.