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FRANKIE WEISS AND HER MAGIC by Daniel M Weiss
Chapter Nine One day in the lives of Frankie, Johnnie and their Mr. Mom It’s about 5:30 AM and I’m sound asleep. Frankie is not; she’s on my bed meowing in my ear. Usually, she’d be poking me in the rib cage, but I had the covers over my body. Doing second best to her way of thinking, waking me by meowing in my ear will suffice. It’s time to eat and Frankie wants her morning meal. I have no right sleeping while hunger gnaws at her stomach. She cannot eat the left over food on her plate with a toothless mouth. The food is crusted, and besides, her lips are too tender to pick up hardened leftovers. What’s a Mr. Mom to do? His feline child is hungry; no normal thinking parent would ever allow a child to go hungry. Mr. Mom is no exception. Getting out of bed to feed Frankie is not a chore, it’s an act of love and devotion to an animal that made the world he lives in so much better during the past seven years. Going into the kitchen and choosing a can of Chicken Hearts and Liver with gravy from a number of cans I have stacked on the counter top, I first clean her dish of the left over food and proceed to lift the cover off the closed can. All the while Frankie’s sits on her haunches watching and waiting for me to put the dish on the paper towelling so she can satisfy her hunger by partaking of her morning repast. I think she understands that before serving her, I must take the canned meal and spread it around on the dish enabling her to pick it up with her lips. Turning around, I’m ready to put the dish on the paper towelling, and Frankie gets up from her Sphinx-like sitting position and walks over to that area. Putting down the dish, she always rewards me with a special meow, signifying her pleasure at being fed. Frankie eats. After that, licking her lips clean is a must, as is her grooming procedure, satisfied with both; she lies down on the carpeted living room floor going into the feline sleep pattern. Both sets of legs fully extended, the side of her head resting on the floor, what’s better than a well-deserved snooze after an enjoyable meal? This particular day, Mr. Mom goes back to bed, turning on the TV. Not watching it, the left side of his head is resting on a fluffed up cushion as he tries to fall asleep. In the past, he succeeded, while at other times sleep will not come. After a long period of tossing and turning Mr. Mom gets out of bed. Once again, this beautifully marked and loving Tortoiseshell Calico cat named Frankie has interrupted his sleep. Mr. Mom gets up and goes into the bathroom. The door is left open; Frankie and her companion cat, Johnnie the Tabby enter, they must help him get ready for his day. Before doing anything, a certain ritual must be followed; Frankie jumps to the pale pink fluffy covered toilet seat and Johnnie leaps onto the left side of the bathroom basin cabinet. As soon as Mr. Mom takes a tissue out of the box, Johnnie jumps off the top of the basin cabinet and runs out of the bathroom. Meanwhile, I turn on the warm water, dampening the tissue to cleanse Frankie’s eyes below the lower lid where crust has a habit of forming. Frankie willingly presents her face to me in doing this procedure. It seems Johnnie does not want this done to her. I fooled her into it once. Now, she’s learned when I reach for a tissue she jumps off the top of the cabinet and runs from the bathroom. After cleansing below Frankie’s eyes, a brushing of her beautiful fur takes place. As long as I brush Frankie, she is a willing client. The same goes for my massaging her front shoulders and rear hips after the brushing. For the past month or so since I started massaging, I found that a feline being massaged by loving hands will sit for all you give them and more, until you quit. Frankie then departs the toilet seat and Johnnie jumps to it, knowing it’s her turn to go through such a pleasurable feline experience. Johnnie had come back to the bathroom, when she sensed I was brushing Frankie and sat on the matching pale pink rug on the floor in front of the basin cabinet waiting her turn to be brushed and massaged. I cannot opine what goes on in my cat’s mind; however, being brushed and being massaged by the human they love is totally enjoyable and unexplainable. Their loud and constant purring at this time only gives me thought to the pleasure they must derive from these doings by their Mr. Mom. After taking care of Frankie and Johnnie’s usual morning chores it was now Mr. Mom’s turn to get ready for the day and its happenings. Frankie and Johnnie, meanwhile, had left the confines of the bathroom and I concerned myself in getting ready for the day ahead. Going back into the bedroom to get a change of underwear, Frankie, who was sitting near the hallway entrance to the bathroom, followed me. I opened the wrong drawer, faster than a speeding bullet Frankie jumped into the open drawer and started to paw around the far right side. This was a habit she never gave up. From the first day, her entrance to her new home involved exploring any open drawer, package or paper bag. Seven years later it was still her sacred duty to carry on that feline curiosity.
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