In memory of Francis
Our friend Francis came to us almost 4 years ago, after his previous human moved and needed to rehome him. He had been an outdoor cat up on Roberts Hill Road for all of his 15ish years, a tough-love kind of fellow with a reputation for running off dogs and for sharing his meals with stray cats. His first human had named him Baby, but for practical reasons I changed his name to Francis — after the saint, of course,…
