Chat Noir

I was reading thru some old posts like any self absorbed psuedo writer would do, and I thought to myself..."Self--you've never written about the love of your life...Frank the cat." So, then I was guilt stricken like a Jew the day before Yom Kippur. Frank is pretty bad ass. You know in my living room I have those big windows that look out on the Tavern. Well, Frank the fantastical feline was sitting on the window sill like any good house kitten. Then he thought it would be fun to jump up and with his two front paws grab onto the ledge where you would unlock the window and hang there flailing around. I suppose a truly good mother would have gotten off the couch & rescued her poor kitten, but I just laughed hysterially & let him figure it out. I was so hoping some drunk mofo watching the Astro's game at the Tavern would look up & see Frank the fantastical feline dangling two stories above ground. He's such a great cat.