Frankie Weiss and Her Magic

Chapter Twelve: The End... For Now

Today, I can honestly say from the first time I opened the pet carrier door and let these two half-grown cats into sharing my new world, and me in sharing theirs, I never spent another lonely day or night. I always had unadulterated feline love to come home to; they, in turn, had my human love. Still, they could never replace Evelyn and her presence in our home. But my heart was big enough to give them love that was constant and pure in an effort to raise them as children worthy of my surname.

Frankie the Calico and Johnnie the Tabby never let the name of Weiss down.

Thinking about and writing the final chapter involves feelings and emotions that make me wish I had the education and the words to express all the thoughts that come to this novice writer in putting together a story concerning the love affair between two beautiful felines and a now 88 year old man. Never, in my wildest dreams, did it ever cross my mind that a human could obsess about two cats in a manner that would cause him to devote untold hours in learning how to use a computer, scanner and printer in an effort by putting down on paper the words and pictures relating to the beauty, trust and the unexplainable comfort these cats endowed upon me in living our lives together during the past six and one-half years.

You already know my camera was resurrected by their entrance into the Weiss home; they were too beautiful not to endlessly photograph. Besides, they were the perfect subjects for photography, no direction needed. I must admit many were not worthy of the film wasted on them. Those presented in this book were just a few among others that I deemed presentable in showing off my long delayed photographic skills.

While Frankie and Johnnie could care less about having their pictures taken for posterity, caring about their Mr. Mom was another subject closer to their feline hearts. Their presence in wanting to be near me when awake and/or not getting into mischief when the mood struck at other times.... were unalterable proof of the bond between animal and human. It would be impossible to count the overwhelming number days and times Frankie would bring me her bear, upon hearing her utter that special vocal sound, I’d swivel in my computer chair, and sure enough the bear was on the carpeted floor near the chair. She was not hungry, she had Johnnie as a companion, yet the bond of love was so important to her that she wanted my touch or my lap. The bear, accordingly, was a constant reminder of her devotion to me and her need for my touch. I was not too set in my ways to learn about love from a cat and to give back all she wanted or needed at that time or, at any other time when I initiated the want and need for her closeness.

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