Frankie Weiss and Her Magic

This beautiful Calico cat that had stolen my heart knew nothing of what she was to go through early the next morning. Extracting all her teeth in an effort to save her life would not come cheaply, both in money and worry. It was the only way to arrest the curse of the Gingivitis that one of her parents had given her in their genetic makeup. The money meant little to me. The worry was something I could not help. Three years ago I lost my wife Evelyn. Now three years later, I could possibly lose Frankie. Marrying Evelyn was the best thing I ever did, adopting Frankie and Johnnie was the second best. I did not want to suffer another tragedy.

Frankie’s fate and my happiness now were in the skilled hands of the Dental Surgeon. While she had extracted many feline teeth, her response to my question, “Do you know of any toothless cats?” The response was no. She helped cure Gingivitis in other animals, but Frankie presented a problem she had never gone through.

Even the famed University of Pennsylvania Animal Hospital gave Frankie a clean bill of health when I took her there a few months after the first seven teeth were removed. No one knew the Gingivitis would return with such viciousness.

I was told a phone call the next afternoon or early evening would advise me on Frankie’s reaction to her teeth removal. It was about 6:00 PM; I still did not have the phone call I impatiently waited for. Having a miserable and tasteless supper at home while cleaning the dishes, the phone rang; Frankie had come through in fine fashion. My heart felt good. I was to pickup Frankie the next day at my leisure.

What leisure? Frankie was coming home as soon as I had breakfast. I told Johnnie, her housemate, who was in bed with me all night that I had to go get Frankie.