What a handsome fella.
His name was Franklin and he was kind of a dick.
You're making me want to post a picture of my Bugsy. He was a dick too. But then we're just going to end up with Poal being all cat pi-
Yeah, you know what I might post a pic of my cat too.
Hmm, now I just love him more.
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.
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