I was up late (1:00 a.m.) and decided to cover my geraniums, since a hard frost was predicted for that night.

When I came in, I didn't lock the door (big mistake). A few minutes later I thought I maybe heard something outside, but didn't think much of it.

Frankie Joe, my cat, came running over to me, and looked up at me. He was running in place as he nervously looked back and forth between me and the back storm door.

"What is it Frankie Joe? What's wrong?" I asked him. I ran to look out the back door. When I got there, a man with a stocking cap pulled down low was right at my back step. Once he saw me, he took off running. There is no doubt in my mind that given a minute more, that man would have entered my home. Frankie Joe saved my life and ever since that day, his official name became Frankie Joe, the Hero Cat.