About three weeks ago, my cat, Frankie, pasted away. He was 17 years old. I was devastated when I had to take him to the vet to put him to sleep. He was my best friend and I loved him very much. I was even thinking I never wanted another cat because of the pain I felt. Then my sister-in-law, made me go with her to our local animal shelter, her and her family we going to adopt a dog. While they were looking, I decided to take a look at some of the cats. They were all so cute. Anyways, as I was walking down the row of cages, I saw an open cage door with no cats inside. I just figured someone adopted the cat that was in it and left the cage door open. So I continued down the aisle. Then suddenly two little kittens ran over and start rubbing against my legs and meowing. I picked both of them up and walked back over to the open cage and sure enough these were the two kittens that were supposed to be inside. Their names were Erin and Eve, both sister and brother, about nine weeks old it said. I sat them inside and locked the door. Both kittens started meowing again reaching out between the bars on the door with their paws. I stood there for a minute thinking and then I made my decision. They were to come home with me. Now there living at home keeping me company as my other cat once did. I love my new babies very much but I'll always love Frankie.