Frankie Weiss and Her Magic

by Dan M Weiss

Chapter 8 continued ...

The following story may contain some aspects of chapters written before this; nevertheless, it brings out the fact that fate rules human life. We can try to live in a world that’s to our choosing or live in one that is thrust upon us and we never know where the vagaries of fate take us on our journey through that life.

My New World

          Sitting here before the computer I wonder where my life would have gone if Frankie and Johnnie, my feline companions these past four years, were not born and if that chance meeting with the Director of The Marlton Animal Hospital had not happened.

          It’s been forty-some years since I first met Evelyn through a mutual friend. The strange thing is that we lived around the corner from one another; a city block away and never laid eyes upon each other, at least, not knowingly. The introduction turned into a long marriage, happily devoted to sharing our lives in peaceful harmony and mutual respect.

          Her death, May 8, 1997, two weeks short of thirty-nine years of marriage, and six lonely months later led to the adoption of my feline companions, Frankie and Johnnie.                   

In retrospect, I’m exceedingly grateful that the parents of both Frankie and Johnnie were neither neutered nor spayed. Otherwise, fate would have led me on a different path. Certainly, to a path that would not have included these two loving and beautiful felines and my many writings about them and myself as a family merged, and dependent upon one another in shared contentment.

          I became, willingly, a part of their world. I realized in the past years of living with them that I have changed in many ways. I no longer have those lonely nights; my health has taken a turn for the better, my blood pressure reacts to their invigorating presence, it normalizes. I look forward to coming home and being greeted by my two cats, they look upon me as their mother. I know, once again, I am needed and loved. I begin to discern each cat’s vocal sounds, moods and temper as well as their chosen place in my life. My old world has undergone many changes. I am now living in a new world that tends to keep my felines’ needs and health, in mind. They are the children my marriage never had. I regard them as such.

          I am dedicated to a love between human and feline I would have thought impossible before the adoption. They creep into my bones, in their insidious way; they have taken over my heart. If one of my cats hurts, I hurt for them. They will want my lap, my touch, my bed; they want to and do sleep with me. Snuggling up so close that many mornings I wake up feeling sore, I was not able to move around in my sleep as I normally would without the cats in my bed.

          As a widower, I am aware I have been exploited; I was the perfect candidate, I was targeted for exploitation. Living alone, the cats have taken over my home, it’s now their castle and playground. I may see the cats climbing all over my furniture, they’ll explore every nook and cranny of the house and nothing will be off limits to them. In their minds, if I love them, I’ll love all that they do. Cats do not know about false love, their love is unshakable and unmistakable in its devotion to you.

          I start writing stories, true little pieces about their whims, the pleasure they give me, their antics, I send these stories to friends, to Animal Shelters, to other web sites. Shelters have asked me for permission to publish their pictures in future advertising. I am flattered, my ego becomes inflated, I realize my cat Frankie is a beautiful marked Calico, in fact she’s a toothless tri-colour; her colours cause me to think she’s a world beauty among Calicos. She may even special because of her toothless existence. Who ever heard of a toothless cat, let alone a beautiful toothless Calico? I miss them when I have gone away for a short vacation, even though I made preparations for a housekeeper to tend to their every need. I miss the look they give me with their big, black eyes, rimmed yellow green. I cannot get back soon enough to be greeted by and to touch them. I am  completely under their control. All being said and done, they are my children, now so important in my new world.

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