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Frankie, while fairly obedient, however, has her own set of rules; #1 in her set of rules, waking Mr. Mom by jumping onto the bed and walking on his shoulder, it could anytime between 5:00 and 6:00 AM, any day, and softly meowing get up, feed me I'm hungry. You know I got no teeth and I can't eat that crusted over stuff on my plate.
Mr.
Mom
pulls the sheet tighter,
Frankie
does not give up, insists on waking me. I get up, open a fresh can of food after partaking she licks her lips and grooms her beautiful fur.
Another of her rules; she absolutely insists on sitting on my lap whenever the mood strikes and I'm at the computer trying to put some stuff down on paper. It's her turn to show how much she loves me by turning around and putting her pretty front paws on my left arm and start kneading. (
Frankie
has reverted to her kittenish stage and considers me, her mother.) At other times, she'll lick my arm with her raspy tongue, always digging her rear claws into my thighs causing havoc with my pants and scarring my thighs with the marks of her claws grasping onto my lap.
Do you know what? I'm darn proud this little feline with her jungle instincts still intact, after 5000 years of domestication, thinks of me as her Momma.
Johnnie
does, too.
Johnnie
's not the whirlwind
Frankie
is, she's a lady, calm, quiet in her own way and wraps me around her paws in getting what she wants. She also wants my lap as a cushion.
Frankie
’s Righteous Madness
Last night (November 6, 2003) I fell asleep while watching Television, and forgot to give
Frankie
the third can of Fancy Feast of her normal feeding for the 24-hour day. I have news for you,
Frankie
did not forget. It’s
12:19 AM
and I’m sound asleep when this all-to-smart Calico, in her frustration, hungry and wanting to be fed, pounces on my sleeping body with all fours. This aggressive action awakened me. I see the red numerals on the clock, sitting atop the TV, reading
12:20 AM
.
Frankie
, in her righteous madness, has moved to edge of the bed, ready to jump off and go to the kitchen, upon my getting up. Normally, she’d get her third can around
10.00 PM
. She was hungry, her
Mr.
Mom
out loud, apologized,
Frankie
was not in the mood for an apology, she wanted food. Going into the kitchen and opening a can of Chunky Chicken,
Frankie
got her food.
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