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Frank Meets Sir Jiglet

Shortly after Frank’s arrival to Spencer’s house, he got brave and decided to investigate his surroundings. He was too tiny to go up the stairs, so he had to stay on the main floor. He walked down the long hall toward Spencer’s bedroom. He passed Spencer’s bedroom and walked straight into another bedroom. It was a small room with a tall bed. Frank started walking underneath the bed.

“Hey, I’m under here. This is my place. Get out.”

“Who said that?” asked Frank

“It is I, Sir Jiglet,” answered Jiglet.

Frank squinted. It was hard to see in the dim light. When his eyes adjusted, Frank could see that Sir Jiglet was a very handsome and dapper cat. He was dressed in a luxurious tuxedo. It was shiny black and oh so regal. He even had white mittens to go with it.

Frank could tell that this was one classy cat. The only funny thing, mused Frank, is he has a milk mustache!

Sure enough, Sir Jiglet had a white patch of fur below his nose. It made him look as if he had been drinking milk, and it had left a mustache on his upper lip.

Frank and Sir Jiglet talked for some time. Frank liked him immediately. Sir Jiglet seems more of a dog than cat, thought Frank. I’m really going to like him.

Frank asked Jiglet how he came to be living here. Jiglet told him the story of his life, how he started as a kitten at one house and was moved to another house not far from this one. Those people didn’t treat him with the care and respect that he so deserved.

“I was out wandering one day and wandered into the garage here. The people were just coming home, and I walked right up to them. I could tell they thought I was cute because they picked me up and pet me. Spencer brought me into the house and showed me the little trap door in the window. He whispered in my ear that if I didn’t like it where I was living, I could use the trap door and live here. So that’s what I did.”

Frank liked hearing that story. He had already thought that Spencer and his family were nice people, but now he knew. Sir Jiglet chose to live with them.

“One more thing,” continued Jiglet in an ominous tone, “there is somebody else that lives here. She stays in the basement and only comes upstairs to eat. She eats all the time too. She is not nice at all, and her name even makes me shiver to say it—Miss Hiss.”

A shiver ran down Frank’s long spine. “Miss Hiss,” said Frank under his breath. He was truly frightened.