I was looking at my Flickr account when I came across Frank. He was my cat for 13 years. Frank was named after ‘old blue eyes’ himself, Frank Sinatra. He was a crazy kitten that turned into a beautiful and funny cat. I had to put him down a few years ago because of health problems. When I did, Mr. Incredible was really bummed. Frank was our first cat together. We brought him home just a few weeks after we were married. Saying goodbye to him was like closing a chapter in our lives.
Of course we have four children now but Frank was such a part of our lives living on a military base. We coined the phrase “cat baker” for an extremely hot Savannah day. We accidently left Frank on the balcony for a few hours during an awful hot/humid day. He survived and all, don’t worry. But he was hysterical by the time we came home. Frank was endlessly entertaining with a flashlight, running in circles and cat barking. If there was a piece of paper or box in sight- no matter how small- Frank would cram himself into it(and he was a cat of great stature). Every now and then I find pictures of my beautiful kitty. I took so many of him, too. Just thought I’d share.
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