Frankie Weiss and Her Magic

Their silent conversation ending, it was understood Frankie was to be boss cat in their new home. Johnnie would play second fiddle.

The years pass by too fast

What follows to this present day would go down as a necessary obligation of my training by these animals; infused with much hurt and worry over Frankie’s health, much expense. I quickly learned you never own a cat, you are their keeper, they will own you in ways you’d never imagine. Amid the lifting of my loneliness and the complete trust, love and faith these animals engendered, no matter how bad or wrong things went on any given day, opening the door and being greeted by Frankie and Johnnie, I was as whole again as a human could be.

I confess to thinking Evelyn would have been happy for me in understanding the comforting joy of having these felines as my “children.” Their adoption would lead me on a path I would and could not ever have envisioned. My story writing and pictures of them, would lead me to new friendships and correspondence in the United States and many foreign countries with other feline animal lovers who in this instance were complete strangers but who loved the feline, the domestic cat, just as I did.

Much more to follow: It was Ernest Hemingway who said, “Write what you know about.” In subsequent pages many chapters will be written reflecting the love, happy times and the trials and tribulations of our togetherness. You will learn how my beautiful Frankie the Calico became (I think) the only toothless Calico in the world. Even with no teeth, in my ultra biased opinion, I still think she’s the world’s most beautiful and loving Calico. So far, I’ve never seen a better-marked Calico. She’s a product of a Tortoiseshell and some other cat that had the white gene.