Frances Albert Friday!

Frank on cat patrol

Frank had a thing about cats. He looked for them everywhere. He never forgot where he saw a cat. Every time we'd walk him and come across a cat he would stop. Frozen. The mouth would do this slow up and down movement. His breath would appear to stop. The legs would implant firmly into the ground but then tremble. His ears would stand up straight and then the tips would touch. They would have the staring contest. Eventually one of them would make a move and all hell would break loose. Some cats ran away in fear, many taunted him. He never forgot where he had a run in with a cat and always would run back to that spot to see if it was there.

Joe and Darren had a beach house with a big deck. Cats lived in the houses on either side. Every time they were there for the weekend Frank would spend the whole time out on the deck going back and forth from one side to the other doing his cat patrol. Then he would go for his long walks and it seemed like every house or apartment building had a cat. He was always on alert.

Frank spent his last three days on this earth doing what he loved. He was at this beach house with his family doing cat patrol.