In case you aren’t aware, Dave and I the proud parents of a white cat with blue eyes that we cleverly named Frank (after Sinatra). I have a theory that Frank is a very intelligent cat, and possibly has a few degrees under his belt. My arguments are below:
Frank, The Physics Major
I don’t know if this is what all cats do or not, but Frank loves to knock things off of things and see how they land. And then see how they roll.
Example: Any vessel for holding liquid. We have learned, as cat parents, to now put any drinking liquid into a cup with a corresponding lid if we think that there may be some small window of time when we are unable to keep watch on said vessel. Otherwise, there is a 95% chance that our cat will be intrinsically drawn to the cup and attempt to knock it over with his adept kitty paws (because hundreds of other experiments that he’s done still haven’t convinced him that cups fall over and liquid spills out). Some of our favorite glasses have fallen victim to this ongoing physics experiment of his – including (though my husband is, as of yet, unaware) a cherished whiskey glass that was a wedding present from his best man.
Other items he enjoys batting to the ground and observing how they hit the floor:
- Salt and Pepper Shakers
- Magazines
- Keys
- Hand cream
- Jelly Beans
And let’s not forget his undying love and devotion to the noble hair tie. Watch how it slides across the floor at amazing speeds! Observe elasticity at its finest! See, the nice thing about cats is that such simple items can hold and keep their attention for hours at a time (until he becomes a magician and practices their disappearing act by shoving them under the nearest rug).
Frank has a Psychology Minor
There are the times when I think Frank is actually using us as test subjects in some odd psychology experiment. You know, the one that makes you question what your abilities will be as parents to an actual child and not just this furrball of a purrbucket? If patience and understanding are a couple of the cornerstones of parenthood, then I may turn out to be partly a success. There are days when we are woken to sounds of dining room chairs tipping over, our beloved salt and pepper mills being batted around like they’re in some kind of curling match, the clothes on our drying rack being pulled to the floor – only to sigh and try our best to go back to sleep. We know that – whatever the damage – as long as our apartment isn’t on fire, these things can be picked up again, broken glass can find a home in the garbage can, and chairs can be returned to their normal positions aside the dining room table.
Another example of Frank’s prowess in the field of psychology is his deep understanding of Bipolar disorder. There are evenings that I’ll be sitting at the dining room table, enjoying dinner with my husband, when all of a sudden I spring out of my chair because our cat suddenly went into Attack Mode and decided I would be his next victim. But, only a few hours later when my alarm clock goes off to start the next day (although it is still dark outside), I turn to my right, and there is Frank, cuddling up next to my pillow, ready to purr as soon as I notice his presence. And, then he continues to follow me into the bathroom when I start my morning routine, all the while rubbing against my legs and purring like crazy. It’s our special time together. It’s a time when he is the sweet, precious kitty that I adore, who apparently adores me as well. But just wait until the sun goes down…and Mr. Hyde comes out to play.
All that said, we are crazy about this bi-polar, physics minded cat, Frank, as most cat owners are about their pets. I mean, how can you not fall in love with this face:
Just a girl in a feline world,
Your Redness
