Frodo

Frodo is my cat. I got the name from the hobbit in "The Lord of the Rings." He is always within arms reach whenever I am home. He loves to watch me; especially when I am cleaning my apartment. I look at him and say: "But Frodo, you can't help because you only have paws. He gives me a big yawn, stretches and goes in search of his ball. He brings it to me and drops it at my feet. I throw it and he retrieves it just like a dog and I throw it yet again. He never gets tired of this game. I call him my little puppy; the cat who wanted to become a dog. Next step, was to try him on a leash although he hasn't had his shots for sauntering outdoors. My doctor, wanted to see if Frodo would walk beside me like a dog but it costs extra for shots to lead a life in the great outdoors. So, Frodo is confined to the apartment; "a condo cat," as my brother put it.
Frodo can be a lap cat at times. He decides when to jump on your lap and cuddle with you. You can't force a cat to snuggle. They're too independent for that. If I sleep in, Frodo will decide it is time for me to get up by licking my face. His tongue is rough; better to clean themselves with. I get up and he wants to play ball.
When I first got him, I had him blessed by a priest and my friends daughter asked if I got Frodo baptized. I wish. I just happen to believe animals go to heaven. To quote James Herriot: "If animals had souls, the world would be a lot better off." I believe that my mother is up there playing with a Jack Rustle Terrier; her favorite dog.