Little Orphan Freddie, Part I

Sweet Freddie came into my life as a noisy

adorable little orphan from the Morris Animal

Shelter on Lombard St. 

I went there 6 years ago looking for a cat friend for 

3 yr old Tizzy. The kitten I originally wanted was 

already spoken for, so the volunteer led me to the 

next room. There was a great ruckus coming from 

a lower cage where an adorable bundle of gray and 

white kitten was hanging on his door with all four 

paws, yowling at the top of his lungs and sneezing.

"MEOW, MEOW, GET ME OUTTA HERE!! ACHOO! 

ACHOO!" 

Peeling him off the door, yowls and sneezes turned 

to loud purrs and sneezes. Love at first sight, from 

his chutzpah (chutzPAW?) to his little "ink smeared" 

nose and gray chin. Only his not so cute name, 

Carson, had to go. Combining my affection 

for le cose Italiane with his affection for silly puns, 

brother Ted suggested il nome, Federico Feliney. 

And so it was that next day, newly neutered and still 

sneezing, little Freddie came home.

Baby Freddie licking his tail

**Stay tuned for Part II