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During my Air Force career I was stationed in Tokyo,
While there, I acquired a wife, a dog and a
dog, a honey colored Cocker Spaniel with a lot of white freckles on
his nose, was named Freckles. The cat was yellow
and white, without a tail, and we named
him Blondie. Fortunately, they got along with each other very
Freckles and I had a relationship of deep and abiding love. When the Air Force sent my wife and I back to the USA on a plane, we
were not allowed to bring animals. I had to send
Freckles and Blondie on a commercial flight.
took them to the airport and put them together in the
same cage. They were such
good friends that I knew they would be happier and less afraid if
they were together. People at the
airport were amazed when they saw them. Everybody knew that dogs and cats just don't
After picking them up at the airport in California,
Blondie traveled all over the United States with us, by car. They were always with us.
way through my career, I was transferred to Andrews Air Force Base
in Maryland, to become one of the security force protecting the
aircraft used by the President. Freckles and
Blondie went with us.
After five years, I went to the war in Vietnam. This time, I had
to go alone and leave Freckles and my
Blondie had passed
away two years before.When
I returned a little over a year later, Freckles and I
were overjoyed to be
together again. I had been reassigned to Presidential Security
for the remainder of my career, so we didn't have to move
late autumn in the following year, I got up one morning at a very
early hour. Freckles woke up and joined me in the kitchen as I
prepared and ate my breakfast. I petted him for a few minutes,
and then he went to the coat closet inside the front door. There was a folded
piece of carpet in there
that he liked to
I was ready to leave, I went to get my coat and hat from the
closet. I reached down to pet Freckles and tell him goodbye,
and discovered that he had died. I canceled my plans that day,
built him a nice casket and gave him a decent
About a year later, I was working the midnight shift. I was in
a warm hangar, guarding the President's small airplane. Most people were
unaware of the small plane, a four engine
Lockheed Jet Star. At that time, they
knew only of the Boeing 707.
was seated at a small table at the front of the plane where everyone
had to sign in and out, but at that early
hour there was no one there but me.
Without being aware of becoming drowsy, I had fallen
in the military, you are found asleep on guard duty, you
are court-martialed or
severely punished. It would ruin a
career and even a pension. I only had three
years remaining before retirement.
Suddenly, Freckles was there on the table, licking my face
He woke me up. I know it wasn't a dream because my face was wet with his saliva.
I could feel him.
It was real! He was there
as I awoke, there was someone coming in the door on the other side
of the hangar. It
was the Security Superintendent, who occasionally came in the middle
of the night to check on us.
Freckles had just
saved me and my career.
Yes, Freckles had passed away more than a year
before. Yet, he was still
with me and still faithful. Now I know
that there is life after death.
And I know that
Freckles is my Guardian Angel !
Leaves, wet from the cold November drizzle stuck to our
shoes as we walked to the corner where my future bride lived. Returning from a concert in down town Tokyo, Tae and I looked
forward to a cup of hot chocolate.
our cup of warmth, we heard a faint mewing cry. Tae went
outside and returned, clutching to her breast a tiny kitten,
dumped by the corner hedges. Tae provided warm milk and fish, and a
cardboard box lined with towels for a warm
kitten, a male bobtail yellow in color, with a lot of
white on his underbelly and throat, feet, and the lower part
of his face. He proved a highly intelligent animal, quickly
learning a routine, and how to win the heart of Tae, who named him
grew into a handsome cat who loved the out doors, but always
remembered where home was. He knew to come to the door, or in
some places we lived, to the window and cry loudly to be let
Tae and I married and needed much larger
quarters. I negotiated for us to get a house when it became
available. In the meantime we moved into an apartment. There, I acquired a cocker spaniel puppy named Freckles. Tae
was afraid Blondie would not accept this intruder, but he accepted
Freckles right away and they became close
afternoon, I returned home to find Tae very distraught. Blondie was missing and she was nearly out of her mind. I tried to reassure her, but she would have none of it. The
apartment doors were fitted with a hook and eye, so that doors could
be hooked in the open position far enough to allow air
circulation. Tae locked our door and went to the market. Blondie merely found a door hooked open across the hall, walked in,
found a comfortable place and went to sleep.
house became available. I hired a truck and two men. We
packed nearly everything in the truck. To protect a glass
coffee table top and glass cabinet doors, we wrapped them in a silk
comforter and a fur blanket. Tae took Blondie in a taxi with
the glass and all of my expensive photography equipment. I
went on ahead in the truck and took Freckles with
knew where we were going but Tae did not. I wrote down
the address for her. Blondie began to fuss. He needed
to go. Tae told the driver to stop the cab. She opened
the door and held him outside by the back of his neck. Blondie
was having none of that and struggled free. He ran behind the
house they were in front of. Tae told the driver to wait.
She recovered Blondie who had done his business under the
rear of the house. When she went back with Blondie, the taxi
was gone. Her purse was gone along with the address. She found another cab and went back to the apartment we had just
vacated and borrowed money to pay for the taxi. I found her
there with Blondie, waiting for me. We filed a report with the
police but to no avail.
the new quarters were in a well off residential area with a temple
across the street, one of the neighbors had a few chickens, confined to their yard with a fence. We lived on the second
floor. At one end was a lovely tiled patio with a four foot
wall around it. The roof was constructed of red rounded
tile. Blondie went out on to the patio, across the roof, to a
tree and then to the ground. He always returned the same
way. One day he returned dragging a chicken by the neck. Tae apologized to the neighbor. We never did figure out how
he managed to carry a large chicken over fences and up the tree to
time came when we had to go to the U.S.A. We were not
permitted to bring pets on the military plane. We had to ship
them by commercial air and pick them up at San Francisco
Airport. Blondie and Freckles being such good friends, I put
them together in the same cage. People at the airport on both
ends of the trip were astonished to see a dog and a cat together and
getting along so well.
were next stationed at Orlando, Florida. Within a few days,
Blondie had taken over the neighborhood. Everywhere we lived,
he was "Top Cat." He would bring home all the other cats in
the neighborhood to show them where he lived and introduce them to
door to us, lived a retired school teacher. The back yard
where we lived was fenced and the gate just outside her kitchen
window. Blondie would sit atop the gate post and the teacher
would talk to him out the window. He would answer her. They had daily conversations.
was guardian of the property. Any dog that entered the yard other
than Freckles was in trouble. Blondie would attack them from
the rear and send them running.
day a neighbor from across the street, confided in me that Blondie
made a fool out of him. He was awakened at two A.M. by a cat
crying on the roof. It was a full moon in a clear sky and he
could see Blondie. He got a ladder from his car port. The ladder wasn't long enough to reach the edge of the roof. Believing Blondie couldn't get down, he stood on the
ladder as high as he could go and reached for the roof. He
could get his wrist even with the edge of the roof and wiggled his
hand above the edge. Blondie just reached out with his paw
and playfully slapped his hand. After several minutes of this,
the neighbor decided Blondie could stay there. Returning to
the door of his house, he observed Blondie run to the edge of the
roof, jump lightly to a nearby tree, shinny down the tree and run
into our car port.
loved Freckles, but took advantage of him. Whenever Blondie
decided it was nap time, he would look to see where Freckles
was. If Freckles was sleeping in a chair or on the sofa,
Blondie would begin washing Freckles face. He would become
rougher and rougher until Freckles would get up and
move. Blondie would then curl up and lay down in the spot
Freckles had all warmed up, and then look around with a very pleased
a great hunter, he would always bring his prey home and deposit it
in front of the door. Only after we saw it and praised him,
would he eat it.
nearly four years in Florida, I was transferred to Andrews Air Force
Base in Maryland. Blondie quickly established himself as "Top
Cat." The hunting was good and he enjoyed life. After a couple of years, Blondie became extremely ill with spinal
meningitis. Our beloved Blondie was buried beneath a trellis
covered with morning glories in our back
Many stories have
been sent my way but there are some that have touched me more than
others - this is one of those stories and I am so thankful to Fred
for allowing me to share it here with you!
\We have all lost a
friend dear to us - and I hope you can find some comfort here
knowing that there is no real ending to life!
Our friends, our
family are always here with us - just in a different way
Fred is retired
from the Air Force and spent five years
as a small town
He and his
wife have taken care of the
developmentally disabled in their
home for the last 21 years.
They live in the
Catskill Mountains in Gilboa, New York, with their large
collection of feral cats,
exotic birds, and
Tae and Freckles
The story of
Freckles can be found in the book
by Allen & Linda
Authors of God's
Messengers and Angel Cats