Frankie Weiss and Her Magic From the first time our eyes met that fateful day,
The great writer, Hemingway said, “Write what you know.” Following Hemingway’s advice, about six years ago I began writing vignettes regarding our association, “Frankie Weiss and Her Magic” came from those little pieces. That was even before the removal of all your teeth and I want you to know the loss of your teeth never spoiled that beautiful feline face. Your love for me is beyond question; and in the way you greet me when I open the door…non-cat people, maybe even those with cats, not as lucky as me, might think I’m making this up. It makes no difference which door I come in from outside, upstairs or downstairs, you are already into your ritual of greeting me by wanting me to rub your exposed belly and beautiful head. Your need for my touch sends me through a galaxy of feelings that express my joy and good fortune in your closeness and happiness. I know many dogs that love their owners; you as a cat can never be owned, rather, I’m the person who keeps you. “A keeper” in the sense that your every need is taken care of to the best of my ability in showing my appreciation for being who you are: Frankie Weiss, my true love and the world’s most beautiful Calico. ( ii ) |
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