Frankie {ca. 1991-2002}

Siamese/Breed Unknown
Picture of Frankie  {ca. 1991-2002}, a male Siamese/Breed Unknown

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Sex: Male   Weight: 10 lbs.

   Leave a treat for Frankie {ca. 1991-2002}

Sweetie, Frankius

Kitty Complexion:
sleepyvery active
not curiousvery curious
not vocalvery vocal

Sun Sign:
Rainbow Bridge
Quick Bio:
-cat rescue

September 30th 1991

Chocolate Point

Birdwatching, bug catching, post scratching, cat napping. Nice humans giving scritches. Headbutting and licking nice humans. Feeling safe and loved.

Mean people; loud sudden noises; being touched too suddenly, hands reaching from above in front, being picked up and carried, going to scary places like the vet & the RadioCat place, being worried about being abandoned by nice human.

Favorite Toy:
milk top lids and rings...or plastic Cat Crazies toys that you can bounce and chase and carry around.

Favorite Nap Spot:
On a towel on top basket of a wire storage rack He was determined to nap there so I just spread a towel over the clothes.

Favorite Food:
chicken, tuna, rabbit

a purr like a jet engine; talent at catching toys with huge claws


Arrival Story:
When Frankie came to live here, he was quite suspicious of humans--a completely rational attitude considering his treatment at the hands of members of our species. He was dumped at a vet at about age 8, and showed signs of abuse and had been left for months in such pain from 4 impacted teeth that he could hardly eat and had been slowly starving and was extremely emaciated. He also had a head tilt. Later in an x ray we found out he'd also been shot. When he was abandoned at a vet clinic, this turned out to be his lucky break. The vet clinic notified Siamese Rescue who took ownership of him, paid for his surgery and other needed medical care, and sent him to a foster home to recover and gain some weight and get some socialization. Although he seemed like an unfriendly "fractious" cat at the vet, part of that was probably due to being in such pain, as well as fear. His foster mother saw his good side. She did not believe he was as antisocial as he'd been labelled. Maybe this was the first time anyone ever even liked Frankie, but she really did like him and cared about him! and he liked her too. He allowed her to pet him and licked her toes! At this foster home, Frankie befriended a new arrival, a supremely self confident younger fellow also looking for a forever home--Louis. The foster mom thought it would be easier for Frankie to have Louis with him and hoped they might get to stay together. I adopted them both and they came to Chicago, together in one really big crate.

I don't know much about the beginning of Frankie's life but it certainly seems at least some of it was not pleasant. I think Frankie was further traumatized to leave the foster mom he had bonded with and go to a strange place, even if Louis was coming too. He also had caught conjunctivitis somewhere on or before the journey so his eyes hurt and he felt ill. When he arrived, he wedged himself into a very narrow space between the sink and bathtub and announced in a Siamese yowl that he was prepared to defend himself. But after a while when there was no attack, he came out. Gradually we got to know Frankie. At first it actually seemed like he did sort of want affection but was so afraid he might be hurt that if he was touched too quickly or the wrong way (and at first almost any way was wrong) he would scratch or bite. That first week I had to wear thick gloves to handle him to put the drops in his eyes for his conjunctivitis. But his bites were not hard; he was just showing that they COULD be if he wanted. I would sit on the floor near Frankie, not looking directly at him (threatening to cats) and I would just quietly talk to him. I told him I knew he'd had some very bad experiences and people had not taken care of him and had hurt him. I said he might feel bad that just when he thought he had found a kind human in his foster mother, he was sent away to a new strange place. I said I would never abandon him or purposely hurt him or let him languish in pain; that I knew he could not trust me yet but I hoped he would be able to someday. I said all this not really thinking he understood the words but hoping he would hear kindness in the voice . We went gradually with petting and touching, . Frankie turned out to have a purr like a jet engine. Winning his trust was an experience I greatly value. By 6 months later people could hardly believe he was the same cat. He was friendly with some of my relatives he had not met often but who were great animal lovers. But he still did not trust people in general, especially in strange settings. For example, he had to go to a clinic for several days to get a radioactive iodine treatment for hyperthyroidism; and the staff at the place usually try to give the cats some attention, but Frankie had to go without petting, since they weren't able to touch him without sedation. Maybe he also thought he'd been abandoned. Now Frankie can relax sometimes at home. But he is often hypervigilant, very nervous and jumpy. He does seem like a nervous wreck of a cross eyed meezer, as he goes around with his head tilted to the left, his pupils shaking (nystagmus--actually not an uncommon trait in Siamese) I hate that he was mistreated. But I am glad that he at least has a chance to spend the rest of his life where he is safe and loved. ********************************** *********************** Frankie started losing weight despite eating even more than usual. he turned out to have hyperthyroidism, and we got him the Radiocat treatment which cured that problem.... but then it turned out the hyperthyroid by speeding up the body had been masking kidney disease. Frankie was diagnosed with CRF, and fought the good fight, was amazingly great about getting his fluids which suprised me considering how he had once been so afraid of people he would scratch and bite out of fear....but he now was very accepting of all the care. Frankie has now gone to the Rainbow Bridge and is feeling strong and healthy once more. His spirit is still with us and I know we will see him again. As Will Rogers said " If dogs dont go to heaven then when I die I wanna go where they went." I agree, but I include cats and horses and all our animal friends. I wish Frankie had had longer here, but I am so glad to have been able in his last 3 years to give him the loving home that he had deserved all along. He truly was a very very sweet cat.

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