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Thank you all so much for coming. I don't trust myself to talk, really, so I'll let the cake say it all. This bakery near my sister's house always has those photo cakes in the window and I always thought to myself, I thought, someday, I'll get one of those cakes with someone's picture on it - won't that be a hoot? I always thought it would be a happy cake, for my niece's birthday or my nephew's first bicycle ride, but here there was something that really needed to be commemorated, and I just thought, now what better way to celebrate the joy that Frankles brought to me and everyone around him? So I got them to print this picture of the time he managed to scratch open the bag of kitty litter that was on the kitchen counter. I suppose I had just brought it back from the store and left it up on the counter while I was putting away the groceries. A stream of kitty litter cascaded off the counter and into a little mountain on the kitchen floor. Of course, I was-- no, I wouldn't say angry, even for a moment. Let's say, surprised. But then he climbed right up on top of that little mountain and licked his little paws and looked up at me to say hello, and that's when I grabbed the camera and took this gem. There it is, immortalized forever in buttercream frosting. Before I get too, too, you understand. Before I go any further, let's all share this. And no, just this once, friends, it's not low-carb. Frankles would have wanted it that way. Now, who wants this piece with his little paw?