Francisvale and Saint Basil's Cemeteries

  Available as an e-picture book on Amazon, soon to be released in paperback Francisvale and Saint Basil's Cemeteries are a couple of more cemeteries in the Philadelphia area. Francisvale is an old pet cemetery on a wooded hill, and Saint Basil's is a Ukrainian convent. 

Francisvale and Saint Basil's Cemeteries

 

Chaos At Oak Grove

  Tim spent the night. When they got home I was brushing my teeth. Ron said Frankie had gotten out. It was after midnight. I was out with a flashlight, combing the neighborhood with treats, calling him. He comes when called especially for treats. I came back, and Ron was upset. I should've been a general. I'm the one you want in a crisis. I made up MISSING posters. I watch a lot of true crime. Hours later I found him, all hugs, he never left the house. He just hates Tim. Anyway, I had taken out my wooden Saint Francis that I got at Apple Fest at Joanna's Furnace, gave him a kiss, and a bouquet I'd gathered in my walk, looking under bushes for Frankie, right before he came out. So many strange things have been happening lately. We went to the buffet for breakfast. I got a free Victoria & Albert book at their Little Library. I was telling Tim about their museum's online store, and how it's fabulous for gifts. I want everything there. I was talking to the seller in Flushing that I got my Monster High Corpse Bride from, telling them I'd get all of my monsters from them. I hate toy hacks. I only spent a dollar more than The Mattel Shop. Arthur doesn't hate Tim. TTYL... ✨

 

Sir Arthur Conan Doyle

Frankie's First Days

  Yes, I am dreaming, but they have been going directly to Dana's Dreams Two. Frankie has been eating two small meals a day plus snacks. He loves a bit of milk, about a tablespoon, creamy chicken with pastina, and cheese burger. Ron gave him salmon treats that drive him wild. He jumps up on the counter and tries to get into the cupboard to get them. He now has fish breath. He follows me wherever I go and sleeps on my chest. He purrs until he falls asleep. He dreams. He has had three happy dreams that I know of already. He wakes up kissing me. I should think he is French. He has already been in Miss Barbie Stoner's class at Monster High. I have to put that away. I don't know if the Halloween dance will be canceled. I could take the bus outside. It probably will be though. Frankie's favorite toys are the kitchen rug that he rolls himself up into, so he might've been Cleopatra in a past life and my robes. I have always had a robe fetish myself, so I understand. He chanels Shiner. I am not up for discussing that yet. Working on it. 💓

 

Sir Frankie Crisp

  This little boy literally fell into my lap. I've wanted a Manx my entire life because Daddy always wanted one. Daddy hated cats because a big Siamese that got walked on a leash jumped on his head when he was a kid. When I was six he got me Flower, the guinea pig, because all I talked about was cats. I woke up Christmas morning, and she was dead. Daddy ran out to the shelter and bought me Sugar Plum the next day. She lived to be nineteen because evil never dies, she only liked Daddy. Daddy did like Lou cat, who my brother found. Frankie looks a bit like him, wild. I just got a Saint Francis statue last week at Apple Festival. Daddy's middle name was Francis after his beloved uncle. He came with the name, Frankie. He comes when you call. He is five months old, May 9th, 8:30 pm, a lovable Taurus. I still have to run his chart. He was born in a three-hundred year old stone fairy cottage. He loves us and is a good boy, purrs like a machine. He cuddles and gives lots of kisses. I had no idea he would just come in and take over. I have a bit of catproofing to do. He was already in the Monster High bus. I have to move Julius's tank, but she had fishtanks in her magical cottage. Thank You, Anna! I found this guy completely by accident on Adopt a Pet. I thought I'd be driving to New York or Altoona after waiting a year and paying hundreds of dollars for a Manx. They aren't common. He's got the mittens too. They call them fairy cats on The Isle of Man, but the Manx always said that they arrived with the Spanish armada. Legends don't stray far from the truth as their DNA is most closely related to the Spanish wildcat. I met his mother, he looks like her. She was really lovable and vocal but was swatting at Frankie. I told Ron we probably should not take him, but he said to bring him home. I love Frankie already. 

The Ballad of Sir Frankie Crisp