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| Name: |
Frampton
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Age: |
Fourteen years old
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| Gender: |
Female
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Kind: |
Cat
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| Home: |
Los Angeles, California, USA
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Frampton,
whom I saved when she was six weeks old from a dumpster in
Everett, MA, has become a one-man cat. Yes, she tolerates wives and
children, but when I come home she will hop up onto whatever surface and
regard me serenely and lovingly like a furry triangle, her green eyes like
lamps. Frampton has moved across the country with me and, though she has
never been playful and kittenish, she has always been loyal and patient.
This is because, not knowing any better, I raised her like a dog. So she
has a dog's capacity for love and bonding but a cat's aloofness. I like
that she is her own person, but that I am on the top of her list of Other
People.
Frampton - who was named because of her childhood resemblance to Peter
Frampton - announces her comings and goings with a combination of a
strangled little Meow and a sneeze, and has transitioned easily to Old
Ladyhood. Despite her indifference to most other people (although she
grudgingly loves everyone that I do), she always greets me with a purr.
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