More News Re: Frank
When I arrive, the black and white housecat/jaguar crossbreed purrs and presses against me uncontrollably. He loves me! I empty a tin of soup (yes, soup!) and dry food into his two bowls; in an instant, I become the enemy. What the hell is in this soup anyway? Frank would like me to leave now, but first I must water the plants, which number in the hundreds. Plant watering day is always Frank’s least favorite.