Two years ago my old roommate and I met my friend Jolynne at night in a Wendy's parking lot in a northern Chicago suburb. She had a package for me, or rather, a kitten. Her parents' cats had a litter and I had picked one out from a picture. She handed me Frank, and he immediately scurried up and found a spot between my down vest's collar and my hair. It was love at first cuddle.
Frank's growth and adventures over the last two years have been documented here (remember?), so really, it's all of our anniversary with Frank. I'll scratch his belly for you.
That's Frank's book jacket for when he pens his autobiography.
I can't believe its been only two years, actually. He seems such a part of all of the stories and the pictures. Life was much less colorful before that little grey kitty came into it.
The first time I came to visit Frank in his Ohioan Shangri-La, he brought me a chipmunk. Like his owner, Frank knows how to keep his guests well-sated.
Cheers for Frank, a jolly good fellow.
Posted by: Natasha | November 29, 2008 at 02:07 PM
Happy Anniversary!
Posted by: Jennifer | December 01, 2008 at 07:09 AM
Happy anniversary!
Posted by: Kristen | December 01, 2008 at 08:47 AM
That Frank's a lucky cat to have your affection, Claire. It shows in his eyes, ears, and his all-over-the-place confidence.
If there's another lifetime slated for me, please, God, let me be Claire's cat.
Posted by: Kathleen Maher | December 11, 2008 at 02:09 PM