My name is Francesca and I am also a very headstrong gray tabby and white little girl.  When Momma worked at Orange Lake, there was a Momma cat hanging around and she had five kittens.  Momma helped rescue and find homes for four of those kittens.  A month later, the wildlife ladies called a co-worker of Momma’s and said there were two pretty cats hanging out at one of the owner’s villas.  Momma overheard the conversation and called the wildlife people back and let them know she would take us.

When I went with my Momma Mia to the vet, he said I was about 4 and ½ months old.  Momma counted back and that would have made my birthday December 6 and since it was so close to December 8, the day our hero Capt. Smith was killed in Iraq, December 8 became my birthday.  Momma said she was taking a life back.   

I am named Francesca after Momma’s favorite singer, Frank Sinatra.  When my Momma Mia went to the hospital to be spayed, Momma and Daddy spoiled me.  

When I had my spay, I would not leave my stitches alone and had to wear “the cone of shame”. 

Sometimes I say “Momma” and Momma will pick me up and hold me.  I like to be held just like a baby.  I was a Daddy’s girl, but I am Momma’s girl now.