I don't often capture pics of my little scaredy kitty cat, Frankie, because he's a bit of an anxious fella. When he heard the treat bag tonight, though, he was all about it! I was able to capture this shot with lots of luck since he didn't run off as soon as the flashes started flickering. He's such a little sweetie pie!
In the middle of the night, he screams like a baby and then runs around galloping in the kitchen like a little tiny pony making all kinds of noise. He only lets me pet him if I'm laying in bed under the covers. Apparently I'm less threatening when I'm snuggled up like that. I adopted him ages ago from the Siamese Rescue. He's a "flame" point with his orange color, but I'd rather call him "creamsicle" point because that's more descriptive.
I'll never forget the trip to his foster mom's house. It was about an hour and a half away from where I lived in Northern Virginia. Two of my mostest wonderfulest girlfriends were with me and we took a road trip to pick him up. I knew he was going to be a bit timid, but the anxiety was over the top. Let's just say that due to his bodily functions it was not a very pleasant trip home. The smell of poo was almost overwhelming. But, we made it home, cleaned him up and he went into hiding immediately.
Since his earliest days of hiding, he's become a bit more social. I've actually gotten him to sit with me on the couch (as long as I'm fully blanketed and don't make any sudden movements) a dozen times. He's only bitten me once hard enough to cause a trip to the emergency room. He really didn't want to go to the vet and I was a little bit frustrated--I actually flipped the bedsprings up off the frame to get him out from under the bed. You'd have thought my house had been through some sort of monster storm after chasing him around for an hour. We ended up having to cancel the vet appointment because I had to go sit for a few hours surrounded by sick kids at the local Army post hospital. It was wonderful.
How did I end up going down crummy kitty memory lane? haaaaaaaaa Back to the good ones...I'm going to get the treat bag out again. They can celebrate Superbowl halftime with their tuna-flavored faves.