Frankie Weiss and Her Magic

Johnnie in her love for me is not as showing or demanding as Frankie. Having a reserved personality she is less inclined than Frankie to be as aggressive in her needs. Although I’d feel her paw touching my arm quite often when at the computer, she’d be happy if I acknowledged her touch by fondling and letting her fall asleep or catnap on my lap. So often at night, I will be in bed watching television and the cats may be elsewhere, I yell out, “Johnnie come in here”…it does not take ten seconds, Johnnie jumps to my bed and facing me is ready for my touch. This little scene will not work with Frankie. But when away and I pull up on my driveway and beep my horn twice no matter where Frankie may be at that moment, if I wait for a short time, she will jump to the picture windowsill and presents her pretty self at the window, making sure it’s me, she will run to the ground floor. Coming into the house after garaging the car, Frankie will be on the carpet in front of the wash basin on the ground floor lying belly up and waiting for my fondling and touching her beautiful face.

It’s not for nothing that this little Calico feline has stolen my heart and making me feel life is good and fruitful. In showing her love for me the lesson comes through so strong and vivid, we humans can learn so much in giving our love to those close to us. By doing so we not only play a part in making the recipient of that love feel wanted and needed, we also benefit in a manner that without any doubt will improve our self-worthwhile and importantly, our self-esteem.

Never did any thought cross my mind that I would be writing a letter to my Frankie in thanks for all her love and for all the heart-felt lessons she taught me in how to be a loving parent these past six and one-half years. (A Letter of Love to Frankie opens the pages of this book.)  The adoption of Frankie and Johnnie was more than a blessing; it was salvation for this person now in the twilight of his long years on this earth, the years that in so many ways has been good to me. I decided to start this “Magic” story with a letter to Frankie. It expresses my thoughts and thanks to my feline “children” Frankie and Johnnie; during our time together, some of which was not with the best of happiness, nor with the worst of times.

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