He used to have two eyes, but one (got scratched and) closed over. This mostly affects him when he can't see his food too well and thinks there isn't any.
Frances used to chase off our other cat (Batman), but then Batman got stronger. Then he chased Frances away.
Now they are tolerant of each other. We think they might be brothers, as they are both black and white, and get on okay.
This is what Frances looked like when he had to fight for his food and before his eye totally closed over (not for weak of heart).
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What a contrast! When I gazed at that first picture, I saw a sweet kitty who'd lost vision in one eye, poor Babe. And I just had this urge to cuddle him and help him find his way to his food. And then in the other picture . . . well, let's just say, I think I might run from that scary guy!
I love your blog. And I most dearly love your quote on the top. Thanks for stopping by. I'm glad you found me. It's always a good thing to find another writer.
I adopted my cat from a local no-kill shelter. She was very skittish at first and would barely come near me. But with time and love and devotion, she has come around and is now always beside me.
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