~Linda~ ^-^
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So at my work there is this feral cat that lives on the property on the hills around the hotel. So for some reason the owners wife has a thing about the cat and asks the handyman to catch it in a cage so she can "Move it". So he does, but not before it gives birth to 4 kittens. So the cat is caught, and the woman takes the cat about 20 miles from here and lets it go. So now when I step out of the office I hear the cries of the kittens. They are feral and just run like hell if you get anywhere near them, but they are much too young to take care of themselves. So I will have to hear their suffering, have no power at all to stop it, and when they stop crying it means they are dead.
Shit like this depresses me. I love animals, and cats especially. Sure there's nada I can do, but I still feel bad about the whole thing. The cat actually Helped the damn hotel by keeping the mice and gophers down to very few. Why couldn't she see that? Even if she's right in the long run, why wait until the thing gives birth so the young slowly die on the hills around the hotel? ARGH. It just makes me sad.
Shit like this depresses me. I love animals, and cats especially. Sure there's nada I can do, but I still feel bad about the whole thing. The cat actually Helped the damn hotel by keeping the mice and gophers down to very few. Why couldn't she see that? Even if she's right in the long run, why wait until the thing gives birth so the young slowly die on the hills around the hotel? ARGH. It just makes me sad.