Frank had passed on 28th of November 2025. Aged 21. He was a wonderful cat. Very active in his young days. Would jump and crash into a shelf. Sometimes succeeded. But never seemed to give up. He was mainly sleeping his last few years. And smelled. And I loved him dearly. So thats why I wrote him a poem. For the last goodbye.

Frank, the jumping cat

So what I have a bad back,
I can jump and will on that rack.
No matter the result, all that matters is to try,
Those who try, don’t regret it when they die.

At the end of my days, I could sleep and sleep,
Only sometimes weep.
I could envelop you with my creepy breath,
Just to succumb you to my warmths depth.

I’m in cat heaven now, nothing’s in pain.
Wishing – you – human, life not in vain.