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Frankie Weiss and Her Magic Before starting to write this final chapter, I must relate one incident concerning
Upon entering the kitchen, I notice her most precious toy, the bear, is lying next to her dish, Mr. Mom’s mind starts racing; is she bringing me a gift to thank me for feeding her - or is she trying to bribe me into doing her bidding? It is one of the mysteries in the mind of a cat that will never be solved. No matter if you spent a lifetime studying cat behavior and all its implications, like I said in a previous chapter of this story, “Let the mystery be; it’s better that way.” Cats are loving, beautiful animals, they were also created to be an enigma; you’ll never fully understand their motives and thoughts. Needless to say, “Frankie got her food.” ******************************** Seven years in the life of an eighty-eight year old may not seem like a long time, especially when the adoption of two felines, made six and one-half years of that time so short, it seems like yesterday, that Frankie’s eyes met mine as she was in her cage waiting to be adopted, “Love at first sight” prevailed; the “Magic” had started. Reading the first page of this “Magic” you know the world I lived in at that time suffered the loss of my wife, Evelyn, two weeks short of thirty-nine years of marriage. This world, the one of true love, mutual contentment, care, happiness and all its inherent benefits suddenly changed into a long six months of despair, loneliness, and sadly, many selfinflicted tears of pity in regards to my loss. If you read further, you know adopting
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