Living alone and in her, um, "mature years," my mom thought she was too old to get a cat. Then she met Franklin, who at 5, probably thought he was too old to find a new home. It was a perfect match.
Franklin had been a stray when someone brought him into the Progressive Animal Welfare Society in Seattle. Now we're convinced he ran away from home for a new life of pampering and adulation.
Sweet Franklin rides around the house on my mom's walker. He gets brushed several times a day, and is always ready for a warm lap.
Last Christmas, he discovered that the snowy mantle scene was the perfect place for an afternoon nap -- somewhere between the church and the skating rink.
Franklin's new best friend thought he looked quite handsome up there, so he became part of the scenery. Now that's a good life. =^.^=
Seattle, WA
