Frankie

Frankie was my first foster kitty. She arrived as a scared, emaciated kitty with a sad background, but developed into an incredibly sweet and chatty companion until her health deteriorated and she left us. If I was sitting down, she had to be involved, whether it was burrowing her head into the pages of my book, trying to sample my dinner, or just snuggling. She slept with us every night, her spot always eventually being my fiance's tummy despite the thousands of times she was pushed off. It made me incredibly sad to lose Frankie before we were able to find her a permanent family, but we were so lucky to have her as part of ours for the last months of her life.

— Rebecca, 2010