My friend Andrea has just recently moved to Pleasantville. She has a house in a neighborhood that is full of cats. Andrea is not a major fan of cats. We share similar views on the subject. Some are great but others we could do without. Cats are on a case-by- case basis. We both prefer big, fat orange cats. Andrea always says that she’s not likely to turn into a crazy cat lady since she isn’t that crazy about cats.
The vast majority of cats on Andrea’s street are wild, with several obviously pregnant cats as well as many kittens. So Andrea does what any reasonable person living in a neighborhood teeming with an out-of-control feral cat population would do. She feeds them.
As you might imagine, the cat food does not last long once it has been placed on her front porch. Usually several cats will spot the food and stop in for a meal. Many times it will be one of the mother cats with her kittens.
Just recently Andrea was having furniture delivered to her new house. I was waiting with her for the delivery people. While we were waiting, Andrea discovered a tame kitten on her front porch. Of course he needed to be fed, so she put food out and we went back inside. I looked out the window and saw a steady stream of cats and kittens heading for Andrea’s porch.
The furniture truck arrived and we could hear the men talking as soon as they got close to the house with one of them saying, “Wow, look at all those kittens!” Andrea stood at her front door armed with a bucket of cat food as they walked up to her cat-filled porch.
Me- “I think you’re going to have a really hard time convincing anyone that you are not a crazy cat lady.”
Before I had left she had already allowed the tame kitten not only into her house but also let him sit on her new couch. I think it’s just a matter of time before she's storing dead cats in her closet.