Frodo

Frodo is my cuddly cat. He purrs and purrs that even my mom hears him while I am talking on the telephone. That is one of the reason I have adopted him. I picked him up at the Rockwood vetinary and we fell in love instantly when I picked Frodo up and he began to purr. The worker there introduced Frodo by saying that he was a nice cat. He is white with black and gray patches on him and he is the world's best fetcher in the history of cat retrieving. I don't know if any other cat plays fetch like a dog but Frodo sure does. My friend Tim says, "I swear that cat is half human." Frodo always wants to play fetch especially when I am on the telephone. He had an athletes ball where you squeeze it to gain strength in your fingers. Frodo just fell in love with it and now it is down in size to a tiny little ball but he stills insist on playing with it.
He likes my routine in the morning. I get up, turn the coffee maker on and have a bath where he sits and watches me. He likes to watch the water drain out of the bath tub. I often put words to his expressions..."But mommy, where does the water go?" He is very careful not to get wet. It was a cinch to get him not to play with the Christmas tree. My friend, Nella said to spray him. I transformed a Windex bottle into a squirt gun. Once he started to play with the ornaments on the tree, we squirted him but unfortunately, I think there was some Windex left in the bottle because Frodo had his eye half shut. But he never touched the tree again and we did wash his eye out with a warm face towel.
Nella slept over once and she said my cat would pounce on her at any moment. "Frodo is a nice cat and wouldn't hurt a fly," I said. Five minutes later...pounce. Nella made a b-line for the door and I kept Frodo in my room...aw tranquility with his master. There never was a peep out of him the whole night. He was content to sleep with his master.
When it is time to clean the apartment, Frodo stops to watch me and he has this guilty look on his face as if to say, "but mommy, I want to help. I can lick the dishes clean."" Very funny Frodo. You're a cat and you have paws not hands," I say to him. He waits patiently until the whole apartment is clean but I must admit, he is scared of the vacuum cleaner and insists on hiding underneath my bed.
I feel guilty leaving him alone and I always reassure him that I will be back. Once I stayed in my apartment for four days and Frodo just couldn't get enough of me. He was so used to me that when I tried to go out, he had this sad look on his face, so that I felt sentimental and I didn't go out.
My sister and her husband got a Christmas present for Frodo. It was a ball of catnip. He literally atacked the ball and wouldn't let go of it. My brother-in-law asked if he is supposed to do that because by then, my sister and my brother-in-law jaws fell open. I said it was like a drug and he would be there for a while. My brother-in-law was hesistant to leave Frodo alone in case he choked on the fuzzy stuff on the ball, so I retrieved the ball from him, Frodo's now favorite toy and put it on top of the fridge. I felt it was mean to take away his new toy but if it could save his life, it was worth it. I didn't get anything for Frodo for Christmas but he didn't mind as long as I was there to cuddle with him.
Frodo is my faithful companion and i love him like a baby. Right now, I couldn't imagine a world without him.