R.I.P. FAT FRANKIE

Frankie was hit by a car yesterday and went on to, well, where ever it is cats go. He was a good cat and he went out the way he chose to live, outside, free and without borders.

Some called him fat, I preferred to think of him as big-boned. 

If he wore clothes, he would of shopped at Men's Big & Tall.

He was so big he would drink water from his bowl lying down.

When he jumped over the kids safety gate, we would all jump up 

thinking a shelf of books had fallen over.

But that didn't stop him from being a good hunter. 

He kept many a mole and mouse out of our garden in the past few summers. 

We'll miss you Frankie.