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Frank, the Tracker

by Marina Kurten, Helsinki, Finland

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I realized I've given a very unfair image of Frank as a big, stupid, fat tomcat. He's not always like that :-)

Once I took Frank and Nikki along for a weekend at a friend's cottage. I let them go out and about on their own. On Sunday evening, when we were heading home, Nikki was nowhere to be found. We were packing the car and Frank was just hanging around.

I said to him: "I wonder where Nikki is?" Frank said "Follow me." No he doesn't speak English, but he walked a few steps, turned to look at me, walked a few more steps, turned again. Now I started following him, he said "meow" and walked faster, turning every now and again to make sure I would follow.

We walked about half a mile along the road and came to another cottage. Nikki was sitting on the porch yowling at me as I approached. She wasn't sick or stuck anywhere, I still don't know why she just sat there, but I scooped her up. She started purring, and we walked back, Frank following me this time. That time, I didn't have any trouble getting them into the car.

This event has always puzzled me. It's one of the reasons why I think Frank is constantly play-acting with me, making me think he is stupid, while he's actually laughing behind my back.

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