Frankie Weiss and Her Magic

Chapter Six: Frankie Writes...

Frankie Weiss and Her Magic
Chapter Six - Frankie Writes on Life With Johnnie & Mr. Mom

Hello, I’m Frankie Weiss. Mr. Mom finally relented after much coaxing, he’s letting me write my own chapter, not that he’s already praised me to the high Heavens.

As the reader, you should hear from me, personally. I do not have to brag, you all know by now that I’m not only toothless and Mr. Mom thinks I’m the world’s prettiest Calico. But, there’s a lot you do not know about me.

Here goes; I was raised at the New Jersey Race Track near Atlantic City, that’s where dumb people go to the Casinos to lose their hard earned money playing the slot machines or other table games in which the house has a huge advantage when played. My Mr. Mom goes, too. He’s a crap shooter, (dice player to the uninitiated) seldom wins, but he says, “If you can’t afford to lose, don’t play.” I say, “Don’t play.” You see; I went to Cat College. (Not bragging.) I graduated Magna Cum Laude, and was Valedictorian of the graduating class. So I know a thing or two.

I was captured when about four and one-half months old and was taken to the Marlton Animal Hospital to be adopted. When Mr. Mom walked into the room filled with other caged cats ready for adoption, I heard him walk in and turned around. Our eyes met, instantly it was love at first sight. Looking into his blue eyes with my big black ones, my heart began beating faster, and I felt like I had butterflies in my stomach. That’s what instant love does to you. I was wiped out in hope that he’d adopt me. Well, you know he did and that he, too, fell in love with me at that instant. I was lucky he did or I’d be pushing up daisies by now. You all know about the Gingivitis that I inherited from one of my parents. Not only did their genes give me beauty, it gave Mr. Mom and me a hard and long year and half of suffering. Honestly, I think it hurt him more than me. And, I cost him a lot of money, still it’s much better than losing it tossing a pair of dice.

Before I forget, the smell of the horse stables and barn really was not too pleasant an odor. The Weiss house is much more inviting and better suited to my taste in life.

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