Frumpy Doolittle. That was the name of one of my cats. It was a stray in the neighborhood that I happened to feed.
Frumpy got it's name because its hair was frumpy. And if there's any creature on earth that can make a sloth look lazy, it's a cat with not a care in the world. "Do Little" is the official cat motto.
Sometimes the less you actually do, the more you actually help.
My grandmother, who I was taking care of at the time, hated cats. Basically allergic to them. Except for Frumpy. She loved Doolittle for some reason. I think just because they could take long naps together and no one could complain. Sleep is good.
My grandma woke up from a long nap once and yelled, "I broke my neck!" She was funny like that. Sleeping in the wrong position for an extended period of time can break your neck. Especially when you're 97 years old.
I never could get away from the house from any extended period of time because I never knew what I was going to come home to. I had to call the ambulance numerous times because of this accident or that fall, but those happened less frequently when Frumpy arrived. I could get out, go to the store, know grandma was going to be ok because it was now she watching out for someone/thing else. "Take care of Frumpy" I would say on my way out.
Frumpy would be outside sleeping, she would be inside sleeping. If she did wake up it was to go check to make sure Frumpy was still there and still asleep. And she would go back to sleep.
And she actually petted on and played with Frumpy from time to time. I bought it a stick string feather thing it could chase around and my grandma probably never got as much exercise in her entire life as she did swinging that stick and watching Doolittle try and do something like catch that feather. And then they took a long nap.
She once asked me, "when am I ever going to die and go back home?" and I told her, "as soon as you stop having something for me to do tomorrow."
Everyday there was something new to do. "Tomorrow we (meaning me) have to re-pot the plants." "Tomorrow we need to mow the yard." "Tomorrow we need to take down the curtains and clean the davinette (that's a couch but I think she used the word wrong)."
But tomorrow she had something of her own to do ... take care of Frumpy Doolittle.
Grandma lived to 103 years young. Frumpy disappeared after about 8 months. It was a good 8 months.
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