Wednesday, January 1st 2020 - Happy New Year!
01.02.2020 - Terrence Marks:
The new year is not off to a good start for us. Our cat, Frankie, passed away suddenly this afternoon. He was our youngest, at nine years old. We'd had him since he was a kitten. So we're having a bit of a rough time. Isabel isn't feeling up for comics right now. Hopefully next week. We hope that the year is off to a better start for the rest of you.
We were there when Frankie was born. His mother belonged to Isabel's sister. He was the smallest. We took him in and he quickly outgrew our other cats.
We used to tease him, say that his father was one of the raccoons that occasionally frequented their backyard. Not just because he had a grey mask and stripes on his tail. He'd steal food from the trash. He'd steal food from your hands if you weren't looking. He'd steal food from your hands if you were looking and he thought he was faster than you.
The first time I used can opener after I got him, he came running and demanding the tuna water. Before I had started opening the can. I'm not sure how he got the initial notion that tin cans meant treats, but he'd insist on getting his share every time. Which was awkward when I was opening anything else. I gave him some of the water from a can of green beans once. He let me know that he was grievously offended.
He'd always want to play. He'd drag over a toy or nip at my elbow to get my attention. And I'd wave it about for him and he'd ignore it. After a minute or two I'd set it down and get back to work, which was his cue to bite my elbow again. I think that was the real game.
He wasn't a well-behaved cat. We always had to be shooing him off tables, off shelves, and off Momo.
But he loved being held. Or at least he tolerated it better than any of our other cats. He put up with us and we put up with him. And really, what more can you ask of a cat.