I went to go feed the Dumpster Kitties tonight and when I got behind the dumpster I saw an odd thing. There was an open 1-pound package of raw hamburger and two of the kittens were going nuts over it. Three thoughts immediately occurred to me.
The first one (and I'm not proud of it) was, "Who the hell just out-did me by feeding the stray cats hamburger?" The second one (and again, not by finest moment) was, "I hope they don't like her better than me!" (Before you jump on me about the stereotype, try to recall meeting a Crazy Cat Man. I never have.) The third was, "Wow. I guess I'm not the only person in Tampa who actually cares about what happens to homeless animals." I have long been disgusted by the habit of Floridians of abandoning their animals when they find an apartment they like better but it doesn't allow pets. Or when they don't get them fixed but don't want to deal with babies. To know that I'm not the only one who thinks we shouldn't turn our backs on the bad decisions of our neighbors makes me think there's still hope.
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I have come to think of you as the "Sharing and Caring Hands" person of the stray animals. Do you think you could get close enought to the kittens (and possum - YIKES!!) to clip their nails and wash their feet. That would certainly out-do the raw hamburger person! Doesn't Dean-o kind of fit the "Crazy Cat Man" tital?
I wasn't going to imply that he did. However, if his own mother suggests it, it may be true...
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