Come to Mama

The other night my wife and I were sitting in bed, winding down before bedtime. Frankie was on my lap like he often is.

This is a photo from last year.

Rose looked at him and said something like, “Do you know that Frankie never lies on my lap? Not ever. And I’m the one that saved him.”

It’s true. We adopted Puck for Rose but Puck took to me more so she wanted her own cat. . . again. When we found Frankie he let Rose hold him and snuggled up to her enough to win her over and get adopted. After that, he was my cat

So, while Frankie was on my lap, Rose said to him, “Frankie, you come see Mama! C’mon Frankie, come to Mama.”

Then, as if he understood English, he got off my lap, walked over to Rose and let her pet him for about eight seconds, then walked back and got on my lap again.

You just can’t make this stuff up.


20 thoughts on “Come to Mama

  1. Caren

    He sounds like Roary!!! Roary much prefers my husband to me. But….my husband was the one who went to see him BEFORE we adopted him, so he met my husband first. My other two kitties were totally MY cats….Roary could take me or leave me. Tell Rose I feel her pain but it is worse for her because SHE rescued him. Ingrate. (Kidding!!!)

  2. KDKH

    My daughter always complained that no matter who brought home the pet, it always ended up with me or my oldest daughter. It was true. All the pets gravitated to two of us while the other four had empty laps. Go figure.

        1. Charles Huss Post author

          You are probably partially right but I also think they like people that have a calm disposition. We once had a cat named Flash that was nervous around everyone except me and my wife, and even my wife made him nervous sometimes. My Mother, who is quiet and soft-spoken, once came to visit for a week or so and after one or two days Flash was lying on her lap.


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