Dave gave me Frodo, and his sister Ashka, as a Christmas gift a few weeks after my dad passed away ten years ago. To me, they were like a finger in the dike. The long winter months of grief were made bearable by the presence of the two cuddliest cats known to humankind. When Meredith was born, the cats gave her a wide berth at first, but soon came to realize that she was their best source of love and entertainment. Frodo was particularly attached to her, and she to him.
She read him stories, wrapped him in blanket after blanket, gave him rides in her doll stroller, dressed him up, and satisfied his seemingly insatiable appetite for laying on or near stinky shoes.
Never one to miss an opportunity to nap somewhere new, he tried to fold himself into every possible cozy spot.
As his health deteriorated over the past several months, we knew the time was coming. Until his very last day though, he would still cuddle in your lap and purr with contentment. We miss our Mister Fro, but are so thankful for the ten years of life and love he shared with us.
