There was a little Black cat that I have been feeding on my porch. He was a little , thin and dirty and teary eyes. and he was scared so I could not take him in. I put out hid dry food with steak dfripping , the way he likes it, and found that someone ran him over. the teenagers were waitng to see if itbwas my Cat , so that they could laugh at my grief! no sense , no feelings these people! Tv has turned them into zombies that know no sorrow , just pleasures! At least Weepy is in a better place ,where they cant hurt him anymore and he will have plenty to eat and drink. I just hhope that they remember the steak drippings!