Wednesday, March 23, 2011


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.


  1. Zach,
    This is such a beautiful tribute to Frankie! .....K+M+K+T+Trigo