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FRANKIE WEISS AND HER MAGIC by Dan M Weiss
Johnnie and Frankie on the love seat
Because I wanted to document the beauty of my newly adopted “children” in their natural settings, eating, sitting together, sleeping together, resting, sometimes solo, and in other aspects of them sharing their new home, I resurrected my camera. It had lain dormant for a number of years. Before that it captured many family pictures and much of our travels worldwide, in slides and pictures. Now Frankie and Johnnie would be the focus of its lens, they were the perfect subjects, no posing necessary. The picture I’m most proud of is the one on the cover of this story, Frankie playing with the rope, it was taken perhaps a month after her adoption. One could write a number of captions for the look on her pretty face. In my egotistical opinion, it’s worthy of a “Pulitzer Prize” for cats. Other photographs will appear from time to time in this serialized story. A few 8x10’s adorn the walls of our home. Others find their place elsewhere in the house. The Love Seat The “love seat” played a major part in their first year as Weiss family members. A beautiful upholstered bench, with side arms, for two people to sit comfortably. However, the cats adopted it as “their place” to sit, rest and sleep. Many of these photos were taken on the spur of the moment. And, I’m not too shy to say, “They are beautiful.” These two felines without posing gave me some pictures that archive their young lives shortly after designating me as their Mr. Mom. The first four or five months of their living with me were devoted to my education on how to be a good Mr. Mom and loving parent. The had exploited their way into my heart in such fashion making me think how lucky I was to have these two young cats as my adopted children. They owed me nothing. I was the recipient of all that was good in their lives and mine. During this period in time, I learned a little about their likes and dislikes and the personality trait of each cat. Johnnie tends to be a lady, timid, quiet and shy, playing second fiddle to Frankie’s lead as boss cat. Frankie, brash, curious, exploring every package I bring into the house, demanding and giving no quarter, afraid of almost nothing, but frightened when the front door bell rings, she runs away and is on guard, as is Johnnie. After six years of living together, it’s impossible to recall all that happened in chronological fashion. For my best memories, I was lucky to describe on paper the early happenings during some of the years of our combined togetherness. I now refer to those documentations in describing the happenings during these years.
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