Frankie Weiss and Her Magic

I do not know what a cat behaviorist would call that action. I call it a wonderful expression of her love for me with a desire to be near that object of her love.

By this time my adopted “children” have been with me for more than a year and I owe them so much for the comfort they have given me, the love is beside the point. With them love is not like a spigot that is turned on and off, as is the case in so many human affairs. Their love is pure, unadulterated, unshakable and immeasurable. Honesty in their scheme of things is their way of life.

My experience in being a good parent or Mr. Mom entails much more than just providing a good living environment and food. (Although as strictly house cats the chances of a communicated disease is lessened greatly.) They still need yearly checkups and shots to keep them healthy and safe from catching certain diseases from other animals, their keepers and vice versa. They will appreciate playtime and the daily brushing of their fur. I found a woman’s hairbrush with stiff bristles please cats most. Besides, it brings a glossy sheen to their fur while removing loose fur hairs. In Frankie’s case her soft Ermine like fur takes on a sheen not seen too often on cats. She’s blessed in so many ways, excepting one, which will be forthcoming shortly in this narrative.

Keeping their litter boxes clean and fresh is another boon to their health and environment. In telling your cats you love them it does not hurt, I think they understand. But, actions in their world, speak so much louder and clearer than mere words.

It may seem to some readers of “Frankie Weiss and Her Magic” that my heart belongs more to Frankie than to Johnnie. Not so. They share my home, my thoughts and my heart, equally. It’s just that Frankie and her antics and mishaps give me so much more material to write and boast about, and in one instance to almost cry about.

Johnnie, I have come to realize, has the classical beautiful face of the striped Tabby. Her bodily build is different from Frankie’s. Her striped black and silver fur, with tinges of light tan or brown does not compare in the least with the beauty of Frankie. Johnnie’s fur is wirier. Yet, in no way detracts from her overall eye appeal or beauty. Earlier I wrote she plays second fiddle to Frankie, but not in my heart, she’s just as precious. When I first laid eyes on Johnnie, I had to look no further for a companion cat to Frankie. Sometimes, we humans are blessed with an insight that comes out of the blue. I knew we’d be soul mates. Nothing during these years of our family life disproves that thought. When I first went to Marlton looking for cats to adopt, those first two cages containing the Calico and Tabby were meant to be. Meant to keep my need for their companionship and love endless. I repeat, having said on other pages, cats too, have an insight in knowing what is good for their self-preservation.

The next few months passed quickly in the Weiss household. The cats were going about the business of being cats and I was only too pleased to be part of a threesome that had merged into a real loving family.

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