I remember vividly looking into the passengers side door of my moms green honda accord when I was 14 years old and seeing a giant ball of white fur with little blue eyes staring back at me. We named the little cotton ball Frodo, and he was with us for 16 long years.
Frodo was an eccentric and sweet cat who bounced around with us as we moved across the country, happily laying on the dashboard in the sun as we rolled down the highway over the course of our latest move. He was wonderfully amusing, strangely interactive and had the weirdest meow I’ve ever heard. He was a great addition to our family, and he’ll most certainly be missed.