When I was a kid we had a cat named Franny. Like most cats, she was ALWAYS around, with those prying cat eyes. Always watching. Always judging.

I got to thinking, why had we gotten this cat? Was it because I wanted it - or was it there to watch my every move?

I use to think that maybe my cat was not a cat at all. Maybe our "cat" was really a ROBOT, fitted with cameras and surveillance equipment. I thought that my parents had created this cat to watch my every adolescent move. Gathering data on what I was doing when they weren't home.

I still feel this way sometimes. After my first cat died from BONE CANCER, my mom got us a new cat. Identical to the first one. And even stranger...it had an even MORE robot-like name. Franny II.

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