I went out yesterday (Sunday) to feed them and found a bird wing sitting next to their dish. I tossed it. About 20 yards away was the rest of the carcass all eaten away. I put it in a plastic bag and tossed it in the garbage (yes I washed my hands). I was SOOO tempted to attach a note, "Hey, butt wipe, THIS is what your cats are eating, stupid!" But I decided against it.

As I was coming out my door to feed them tonight, the jerk's dental hygenists were coming out of the office and saw me with a plate of food as the cats were running across their parking lot famished. I'm SURE it'll get back to him. I dare him to say something to me again. I'll call Animal Control so fast he won't know what hit him. Even the elderly couple who come in on the weekends to feed them are disgusted with him. Working cats my ass!!

I will continue to feed them put another does of Frontline Plus on them until the second I leave this place for good.

I WISH I could make them go "poof". I would love nothing more than to make them part of my crew. They certainly act like they are craving love and affection. But I've got my hands full with my four alone. Besides, they've been together and outdoors for 14 years (mama Midnight is 15, Fluffy is 14).