Frac is one of those cats that looks like something out of a picture book: elegant, quiet, with a bearing that makes him impossible to forget. Son of Mammon and brother of Maggie, he is about two years old and is one of those cats that always seem on the verge of disappearing just before you can look at them carefully✨
He is very fearful, extremely distrustful, and always observes the world from a safe distance. He doesn’t like contact, he doesn’t like surprises and prefers to choose very carefully where to be and with whom.
Yet, behind this infinite prudence, Frac is of rare beauty.
His name is no coincidence: Frac wears a long, very soft black and white cloak that undoubtedly resembles a very elegant evening tailcoat. A true gentleman, in short, albeit with a heart that beats fast every time something breaks the routine. His coat gives him an almost regal air, like a true gentleman from another era and this makes him one of those cats who don’t make any noise, but who remain impressed when you notice them😻
In recent times, however, something has changed. Although he has lived rather secluded so far, extremely slowly and very cautiously, Frac has begun to be seen more and more often in the clowder, especially in the company of Arthur and Kiri. He’s not really ready to trust yet, but the fact that he stays, that he observes, that he shares spaces for him is already a lot. Although he still considers humans a danger rather than his own waiters, he has found solace in the company of Kiri and little Arthur, with whom he spends long moments of quiet. He doesn’t ask for attention, he doesn’t demand anything: he observes, he evaluates, he stays.
With his elegant bearing and measured movements, Frac teaches us that shyness is also a form of strength. And that respect for the times is the greatest form of love🫶🏻