Frankie Mayfield, Lila's white Burmese cat, was actually named after my not-so-exotic cat. My cat was a stray with four homeless brothers named after the Brat Pack. I got Frank Sinatra. Unlike the pedigree of a Burmese, there's nothing fine about Frankie's breedin
g. He carries extra weight and walks around as if a cigar is hanging out of his mouth. If he talked, I think he'd sound like Paul Sorvino. Despite being a stray, he doesn't seem grateful for the home I've provided and has an odd sense of entitlement. My friends are convinced he invites unsavory neighborhood cats over for a pokerfest the minute I leave the house. I'm not exactly sure why people love cats so much. They definitely don't return the love the way dogs do. I don't know...perhaps it's a different kind of love. He does sleep with me, but I'm sure it's only to keep warm.
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You just haven't found the right cat yet. Mine (Jake) craves pets as much (if not more) than the dogs do. He'll cry if he's ignored and practically begs for attention. He'll also hop into bed and sleep right up against me, giving "eskimo kisses" on my nose, while purring.
Long story short, there are affectionate, people-friendly cats out there. You just have to pick the right one.
Hopefully Lila's Frankie is more like Jake. ;-)
Thanks for the advice, RaleighRob, but one cat is enough for me!
Sorry RaleighRob, I've NEVER found one! Glad you did though. That's a cat I would love. However, I'm glad I'm allergic to them!
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