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 …
I like margarine is the fictional tale of a former runner and his faithful Trail Monkey. Thanks for stopping by. Never a cover charge. Sorry, no parking validation.
Chill bumps. That’s all I’m going to say about that.
If only you could teach the poor thing how to fish…
Are those stripes or ribs showing?
I wasn’t making a stripe joke – it’s just such a sad looking kitty.
Not to worry. Definitely sporting a Mo shirt. But no ribs. Neighborhood cats tend to be scrawny but not oh-my-god looking.
You were smiling because you have such a kind heart!
Nah, I just live with a saint who forces me to be less of a jerk sometimes.
So you’re smiling because you married up