Now I'll Know Who to Blame

I was talking to my landlady this afternoon about this and that. She mentioned that there were a lot of stray cats around. I agreed. There is a big stand of bushes right across the street from the apartments and I know that at least two of them stay there, probably at least three of them. She said, yes, she knew. It's all the fault of the lady in Apartment #1. She feeds them. Yeah, and she also feeds the pigeons, too. Landlady laughed and said she was a big animal lover.

I mentioned that I had almost hit some of the cats on several occasions. The landlady said, "GOOD!" WTF? You want me to hit defenseless cats? Not in this lifetime or any other! I love cats and would never, ever hurt one. I wouldn't hit any animal, but especially not these cats that I sort of know and like. There's the black and white one, the orange and white one, and the grey tiger one. They aren't mine, but I know them. They actually are like their own little cat family. I've seen them chasing each other and playing on the lawn in front of the apartments. They are very sweet kitties. Maybe I'll try to catch them and take them to the Peace Plantation, a cat habitat not too far away.