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Somehow, I got stuck with this gig feeding feral cats. Gig is too strong a word, since that implies I get paid, which I don’t.
It all started when my friend left town. She had been feeding these cats for a year or two.
“You’re the only hope these cats have left. I’ve tried everyone else. If you don’t feed them, they’ll die.”
“I don’t think I have time. I’m getting married in a month then I’m gone to Scotland for two weeks…”
‘”They’ll dieeeeeeee.”
After much pleading and cajoling, she finally convinced me to take care of them through September, swearing up and down that she’d find somebody else to do it.
Well, September is in like two days, she’s still out of state (and will be for a very long time) and I’m still feeding the cats.
These are not skinny cats. Well, one is. That one, which we call Aggressive Gray Cattus, is skin and bones and only shows up at Cafe Joey once every week or so. The rest of the Cattus (which is what we call them collectively) are fat. Wicked fat.
They are not getting this fat off of one meal a day. I am of the belief that they would be pissed off we stopped feeding them, but that they would remain pretty fat. They live next to a college dorm. I imagine they are being fed all the time.
Still, I have an ethical dilemma here. I remember having when I was a kid, it was beaten into my skull that if you start feeding a wild animal, it comes to rely on you leaving food out for it. Even though these cattus look fat and healthy, if I stop feeding them, maybe they will all starve and die. I don’t know.
Anyhow, in the meantime, I smell like Walmart Special Kitty cat food. $1.16 for four cans. Wouldn’t feed it to my own cats, but the cattus seem to love it.
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