Meet Frankie, the latest member of the Van Dorn family.
He is about 3-5 years old according to my wonderful vet and very healtly.
He was introduced to us through a client of mine. His person, who was very sick and dying, left him behind at his old house when he (the person) had to return to his family, with promises from the neighbors that Frankie would be fed. He had been hanging around his old home for about a month. Living on and under the porch, waiting for his person to come home. Poor thing. My client's company rents out the home where he lives. They had a new tenent moving in and the woman did not want the cat and my client did not want the cat and the dreaded P word was brought up. (Pound). So who does she call. Me of course. Poor cat, don't know what to do, yada yada. Can you take him Susan, maybe find him a home. Well you know how far that got. I was over there, here kitty, he jumped right in the car. Very friendly guy. I tried to find out his history from the vets in town, but no luck. So after 2 weeks he became Frankie, or Frank, or Franklin or the Frank Man, I could go on. He is the best and the rest of the clan has taken to him fairly well. They are use to this. They are just happy it's not a dog.
The best part is I have never lived with a ginger cat before, so cool.
Susan