rapunzel
Beach Fanatic
I really hate New Orleans, because I think I now have a cat because of this place. I go outside tonight to let the dogs do their business. There is this pitiful looking skinny black cat...well, actually it's more of a big kitten. I tried to shoo it away. It ran into the hot water heater shelter in the back of Skunk's house. From the way it wedged itself between the two heaters I could tell it was a habit. It's keeping warm tonight the best way it can, I guess. I little later, I go to take out the trash. The cat tries to get in the house. Well, the city is gross and full of strays and rats and I can't let it in, but it breaks my heart to leave it outside on such a cold night. I put out a little dog food for the cat, and he came and ate it without a moment's hesitation. And now I can't stop thinking about that poor little cat.

So sad. From the sound of your story, I don't think you really hate cats. It makes me sad to think of all the stray animals everywhere, especially NO.

