Raven's thread about her beloved Miles (safe passage Miles) got me thinking about my own sweet and elderly kitty, Frankie.
I've had Frankie (and his brother Beans, who died 7 years ago) since just after his eyes opened but before his ears were standing. So about 2 weeks old. He was so tiny and achingly cute, like a kitten you'd see on a cheesy calendar. It was love at first sight when I found them abandoned by a mother who got locked out of a house under construction. I fed them with little bottles and made little steps to the litter box because they were too small to climb in unassisted.
Frankie has always been a sensitive sort. Not a cat who hides or is afraid of people (in fact, he's the friendliest, most affectionate, most outgoing cat I've ever known), just sensitive to things around him. He hates whistling for some reason, and will yell at you if you do it. He also vocalizes when you sneeze and I always thought that he didn't like sneezing either, even though the vocalization is different than his whistling reaction.
But today the windows were open and there were children playing outside. We live in the city and there are always lots of noises and kids and trucks, so that doesn't really bother him. But one small child started crying and it sounded a bit like when a cat does that long, melancholy yowl. Frankie, who had been sleeping on his little carpet tower next to my desk (see the photo below), woke up and ran to the window in the other room. Then he came running back into my office and meowed the same way he does when I sneeze. Then he ran back out to the window. He kept doing this until I got up and followed him to the window.
It occurred to me then that he was really concerned about whatever creature was making that noise and seemed to want to help in some way. So maybe when I sneeze he's actually worried about me. All these years I thought he was annoyed but now I think he was asking if I was okay.
It shouldn't surprise me because when I'm really sad or not feeling well, he will get on my lap and put a paw on my cheek. But still, what a lesson in compassion from an animal who is not supposed to be any more intelligent than an 18-month-old human baby. He has more compassion than the average Teabagger, that's for sure.
Anyway, thanks for reading. Here are a couple of photos of Frankie. The one is his usual perch while I work. He doesn't really fit but doesn't care. One of the things I love most about working at home is having him by my side all day. The other photo is Frankie guarding the basil plant I was trying to root.