The 3 stray cats I had spayed and neutered are looking healthy and beautiful. They stay sprawled on my porch all day. I feed them morning and evening.
About 3 weeks ago, a cat started making my porch its home, too. Oh no, I thought. I'm already spending quite a few bucks on these cats, plus the one I have inside my house, plus my 2 indoor poodles, PLUS the 8 huge dogs I have in the backyard!
I suppose one more cat won’t break me. Then, suddenly through the corner of my bonny eye, I saw 3 tiny faces peeking at me through one of my huge planters. 3 of the cutes little kittens I’ve ever seen. One of them was so tiny that it couldn't eat. I have to pick him/her up, (haven't checked to see if it's a he or a she) and feed it with my fingers.
My Grandpa says that I will be having more and more cats as time goes by.
I went to the dollar store today and bought 4 more pet bowls because I was using empty tuna cans to place the cat food for my suddenly 4 extra cats. I have a total of 8 cats!
Mickey and Jewely are very upset about us having so many cats and are constantly barking.
I think I'll eventually have to go see a shrink. It's abnormal how much I love animals. It's too painful to know that there are so many animals suffering in this world. I get very depressed when I think about it. I feel my heart splatter in all directions with pain when I think about their suffering. Sometimes I think I just want to die to end the pain I feel.