Frankie Weiss and Her Magic

Arriving at the Marlton Animal Hospital, I signed the adoption papers, filling in their names as Frankie Weiss and Johnnie Weiss, and was given some instructions regarding their behavior once let out of the carrier into their new home.

It was customary for the person adopting an animal to give a stipend of monetary value to the Hospital in an effort to help them carry on the work of saving many of these animals from almost certain tragic results. I gave them a check reflecting a generosity not usually received in their attempt to find these wonderful creatures homes. Over the years of my togetherness with Frankie and Johnnie, the check I wrote that fateful day could never repay for the comfort, pleasure and love these two felines have bestowed upon me. Although they would never replace Evelyn, their presence filled the house with a child-like quality I would have never thought possible for this new father of two five-month old beautiful and heart stealing felines.

In being responsible for these little four legged creatures, they, in their mysterious way would be a solid factor in improving my health; my mind no longer would dwell on my loss. My entire outlook would change. Evelyn was gone. I now had the duty of responding to their every need. I was no longer alone. The house would be alive with their presence and antics and my unfamiliar duties as their Mr. Mom.

Frankie and Johnnie Talk Things Over

On the way, driving home, while this giddy, somewhat apprehensive and new father tried to comfort his adopted children by talking to and telling them we’d learn to function as a loving family. I doubt that Frankie and Johnnie were listening. A cat just by looking at another cat, and using their body language will speak volumes we humans have little knowledge understanding. Sure, we can tell by certain felines actions much about their respective moods. Yet, purposely, I think, they will never let us get into their minds. Anyway, who’d want to? The mystery only adds to their remarkable unshakable and unmistakable feline allure. They were not listening to me, while having a silent, air-clearing conversation all their own.