One of the things I appreciated about Franklin was the fact that he had no owner. He was a bar cat. I am not certain how he came to occupy that bar, he had been there far longer than I had worked, and whenever I asked the owner she would mutter disinterested platitudes while not looking up from her cellphone. Franklin was definitely against code; Bar cats are not allowed in Philadelphia, but somehow he skated by every time we had an inspection. The nigger L&I inspector once told me she was not allowed to see him. I said 'See what?' He was a good kitty tho.