Living with Velociraptors
AKA Turkish Van Cats
This is Frankie. He’s a five-month old Turkish Van kitten.
Don’t let that sweet face fool you.
This is also Frankie. Photo taken approximately five seconds after the first one.
This is how Frankie starts every morning.
Ever-so gently bite mommy’s big toe. She kicks me off the bed if I bite too hard (which can be a fun game too sometimes) but she just says “Frankie” if I do it gentle-like.
Keep biting until Mommy looks at her cell phone and says “Frankie! It’s only 4 a.m.!” Then attack the cell phone viciously for waking up Mommy.
Now, this next point is critical. If skipped, breakfast can be delayed hours. When Mommy puts the phone down and rolls over, gently touch her face with cold nose and purr. Purr loudly. Right into her face. When she puts a pillow over her head, thump-jump on her chest.
I named it ‘thump-jump’ because that’s what it’s like. You know that jump when you go high as you can so your combined weight plus downward gravity creates a combined weight factor of approximately 100 pounds?
