Four!

Last night I got in just before midnight. I had been gone from the house since Tuesday morning, and had been en route since four that afternoon. My week had been full. I was in Detroit for a couple of days for work, then went to New York for some fun. I ended up on a later flight than I had planned, as I took a $200 voucher to get bumped. Still, getting home at midnight was tiring. I pulled my two bags into the house, down the stairs, and Frank came bounding out of a bedroom to say hello. This is why we have pets. For that hello and love. It made getting in late not as bad.

In my days away I missed Frank's birthday. He turned four. FOUR! It's hard to believe such a long time has past since I got this little muffin of a kitten. He's a big cat now, but still the same friendly, sweet cat. He just tends to come home more often then not covered in burrs and the occassional scratch from a fight.

I sadly do not have any recent photos of Mr. Franklin Pierce (or Frankie "The Pickles" Parnassus, as Natasha dubbed him yesterday). I will leave you with some black and white shots from last fall and a promise that for the anniversary of his adoption, we'll have a photoshoot.

Comments

[Jess]

Aw! Happy Birthday, Frank -- You photogenic Flickr superstar, you!

[Amy]

I can't believe he's four already! I remember when you got him. He's still freaking adorable, though. :)

Happy birthday Frankie!

[Natasha]

He's such a sweet cat. I think Frankie "Pickles" Parnassus works since he's getting roughed up by those hill cats. Generally speaking, it's unwise to mess with a nicknamed man. Unless that nickname is "glass jaw."

Happy birthday, Monseigneur Frank!

[Claire Helene]

Thank you ladies! Frank sends his love! Purrs and kisses to you all.