Meow ...we are the Cat Fur in Mom's soup. We were all rescued by Momma or Gramma and kept 'cuz we weren't "suitable for adoption" because of age, health, or temperament. Momma say's we've all got to take turns being 'featured' & she's doing this by order of acquisition so Serrah got to go 1st. Then it was Amable's turn, then Dandy's, then Rayn's,Notce's, Ms.Lady's and Fido's. The Rest of us will follow.
I am Mr. Frank Sinatra...better known as Frankie or "the prettiest prettiest blue eyed baby boy". I am a siamese mix and the only "red head" in the bunch. Momma and the vet guy figure I'm about 10 years old. I came to her 3 summers ago. I showed up on the front porch very sick & skinny. My mouth and eyes were seriously infected and I was weak & in pain ...Momma wasn't sure I was gonna make it. She scooped me up in a towel & sped off on my first trip to the vet guy. I don't like him much, but I'm used to taking pills 'cuz unfortunately, my gingivitis is cronic. I'm generally a pretty friendly guy when I'm not starting into a "flare up"..(it hurts ..so the vet gives Momma antibiotic pills to shove down my throat to help my body fight it & often me a shot to reduce the swelling)...Momma suspects my "original owners" "got rid of me" when I first got sick ...'cuz I was somebody's baby (I had a flea collar on that was a little too tight), but no one answered the "found cat" ads she put out. So she kept me & I've since bonded and can often be found curled up with one of my brothers or sisters napping or playing "you wash my head, I'll wash yours" with one of 'em...I'll even (sometimes) sleep with Eri ...Honey I slap alot when we're awake ...
