He doesn’t really have an opinion on the large number of strays in the neighborhood. Or whether feeding them makes things better. Or whether catching and killing them is the answer. Or spay/neuter (ow) release. And if that’s not it, then what IS the answer?
All he knows is that he was starving in the grocery store parking lot this morning, and now he’s working on his second can of Fancy Feast. Kitty heaven.
No, I’m not the stranger. And I’m not sure I agree with the tactics.
So why was I smiling all the way home …