Promises are meant to be... fed, cleaned up, nurtured and named Francine.

Didn't little emaciated flea ridden Francine show up again this morning and earn herself another hotdog? Yes she did. I went and got my phone and got some pretty decent photos considering how much she moves about. You can see how busted her nose is and I'm not sure if it's from fighting or something worse. I have some flea spray that I might try applying later if she'll let me. It's for dogs but don't tell her that. Don't worry, I tested it on the neighbors cat so I know it won't hurt her. I know with all my stored up cat hatred it might seem otherwise, but I think this proves I have her best interest in mind... I'll also be getting her some food later while running some errands and if I know me, she'll be sporting herself a sweet purple quick release collar by the end of the day so when people see her they'll think she's someone's pet and be more inclined to be nice to her rather than treat her like the mangled stray she is. I wonder if she'll let me apply some Neosporin + Pain Relief to her nose. Only one way to find out right??