We have a couple of cats and a dog that are indoor outdoor pets. They pretty much come and go as the please. The other night I heard a bang on the storm door and I figured it was one of them wanting in. Sure enough, there was a cat standing on his hind legs with his front paws on the door looking in.
The door had some condensation on it so I couldn’t tell which cat it was so I opened the door. It was a cat, but it wasn’t one of ours. It was a little grey fellow who walked right in the door and sat down at my feet. I picked him up and he was a little purring machine.
My wife wanted to who it was and I told her it was apparently frank. She wanted to know why I’d call him frank. I said, “well, he seems to be the nicest guy you’d ever want to meet so he’s got to be franksolich.â€
As she looked at me like I’d lost my mind, I put ‘frank’ back down on the floor. He immediately began attacking every other animal in the house.
My wife asked, “Not so nice now, is he? So now what are you going to call him?†I shrugged my shoulders and said, “He’s still a frank. He just appears to suffer from multiple personality disorder. Sometimes he’s franksolich. Sometimes he’s Frank Castle, the Punisher.â€
Although frank comes and goes, he hasn't left, but he no longer tries to kill the other animals around the house.
