18/06/2026
Hi friends. It’s me, Topanga ❤️
Since we have made so many new friends lately, I figured it might be time to introduce myself again.
My name is Topanga Banana Frank.
Some of you know me as Topanga.
Some of you know me as Banana.
And apparently my veterinary records now list me as Topanga Jalapeño after a recent disagreement about a nail trim.
But that's a story for another day.
What you should know is that I wasn't always the confident, beautiful, highly respected public figure you see before you today.
When I was just a tiny baby, I was found all alone outside. I was hungry, scared, and weighed less than a decent-sized burrito.
As I got older, Mom realized something wasn't right. I wanted to eat. I was always excited for food. But eating was hard for me, and I was getting sick a lot.
That's when I was diagnosed with megaesophagus, which means I need a special feeder to help me eat safely, and I take medicine twice a day.
Then things got even more complicated.
A few months later, we discovered I had a congenital peritoneopericardial diaphragmatic hernia, which means I was born with a hole in my diaphragm.
Part of my liver was hanging out near my heart where it absolutely did not belong.
Honestly, the audacity.
I had to have a pretty big surgery to put everything back where it was supposed to be.
And before you ask...
Yes.
I was brave.
Extremely brave.
The bravest, actually.
Today I'm doing really well.
I eat my meals in my special feeder, supervise foster kittens, steal beds that don't belong to me, and spend most of my afternoons making my mom question her life choices.
So if you're new here, welcome.
Thank you for loving a little kitten who was supposed to be a temporary stinky bottle baby and instead became a permanent member of the Frank family.
Honestly, I think we all knew how this was going to end. 🍌