Frankie should be renamed Herbie the Love Bug! Just kidding, everyone. Seriously, he is always there at the front door to say meow, with Magic, whenever I get home. After his usual 15 min. of himself time under the table in the kitchen, I can pick him up, pose him, snuggle him, any which way, pretty much, and he doesn't care. He sleeps nightly on my bed and in the morning, same thing, Pretzel Frankie. In fact, at any given moment, I can pretty well pick up any of the cats and love on them so he has fit right in. Magic hates being held unless it's her idea tho, and I can't get Vincent to let me hold him like a baby--that was how I used to towel and medicate him.
Frankie--good love cat
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