Frankie and the Drain.

Yeah I know it's been awhile. Shut it.

So, I've been to Chicago twice in the past month to visit sweet Baby Sister...and one thing that stands out as blog-worthy: her roommate's cat, Frank.

Frank appears to be a "normal" cat. He's probably about a year old, black back, white belly, and curiosity is definitely his middle name. BUT, the thing that makes Frank hilarious is his interest-nay, obsession-with drains. I have never seen a cat SO obsessed with drains before. Most of the time, cats are intrigued with the drip...batting at the droplets of water in a game of wits with the faucet. But no, not Frankie. He also digs the swirling of the drain.

During both stays, I don't remember a single time of using the bathroom facilities (including showering) alone. In fact, I'd bet that Frankie won EVERY RACE to the bathroom since he was there, waiting on the sink next to the toilet, to find out why I was there. Washing? Potty? Shower? Any choice is a good one to this freak-show. Frankie wants to see the water and the drain. He wants in on the "bathroom fun." He even hopped in the shower (seemingly by accident) once because he leaned so far over to watch the drain, that he slid in. Unlike normal animals who detest bathing, Frankie simply stood, feet spread apart, and stuck his nose down the drain. Again, NOT NORMAL.

I guess I can't really do Frankie justice without a picture...so maybe one will follow at some point...but seriously. Drains are in...spread the word.

Note to self: I love to hate the snow when traveling. I love to hate Peyton Manning and his freaking Colts. I love to hate how far my Baby Sister lives from me...sniff sniff.