Our daughter was away at college. One August afternoon she had her apartment door open, sitting on the floor watching tv. In walked this cute little kitten. She asks around the complex if he belonged to anyone & no one claimed him. She kept him, naming him Frankie. Her then boyfriend gave her another stray she named Sammie. A few months later my older cat was hit by a vehicle. When she came home Thanksgiving, she left Frankie and Sammie with us so she could focus on her finals. Frankie and I bonded before she got back home for Christmas holidays, so she gave him to me.
Fast forward over 14 yrs later and he's still my buddy. He gets along with any dog we've brought home and sometimes acts like one of the dogs.
We've been through too many happy and sad adventures over the 14 years and 5 months he's been with me to write about. He is usually sleeping close to where I'm sitting if not next to me. He either sleeps at my feet or I'll wake up in the morning & he'll be sleeping next to me.
He's slowed down some in the last few years and because of arthritis in one of his back legs doesn't jump on things very high. Several years back we made him an indoor cat. He objects occasionally, but as long as he can lay in an open window, he's happy.
Greenville, TX
