Meet Frank.

Frank it is.  We took a week, bounced all the great names you all sent in around, and narrowed it down to a few.  Frank is my dad's nickname, and when we called the cat by it, he turned and looked at us.  He never really responded to the other names, so he seems to like it. Naming him after his Grandfather seemed fitting. We also got a call from the SPCA, checking in on us, and making sure things were going ok.  We received some different info on Frank's background. We were originally told he was a stray that had never had a home, and was at the shelter a long time.  The adoption counselor that Larry spoke to said that he had only been at the shelter for about 4 or 5 months, and most likely had a home, and family that cared for him. That explains his well fed tummy, and his ear tattoo. Makes me a little said for his former owners.  He's a great cat, and he's really turing out to be a sweetie. One of the names we talked about was Velcro, because he is so attached to us.  He likes me well enough, but if Larry is home, I am chopped liver.  He has settled into a cozy spot, right between our two chairs, and rests his head on Larry's arm.  It's pretty stinkin cute.

Thanks again for all the great input!

                                       

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