Wade has recently achieved 15 pounds. We know this isn’t a healthy weight for a thirteen year old cat, but we hadn’t been able to bring ourselves to confront the neighbors who are faithfully serving him two extra meals each day. (We’ve seen him binging in front of their house, across the street.) Yes, he visits the neighbors up and down our quiet street. They recognize and greet him. He wears a collar, and people know where he lives.
The humans who live on our street all wave at each other and smile, no one seeming to take issue with our free-roaming, home on the range, kind of cat. What William and I didn’t realize is that we, the people who live at Wade’s house, must look uninformed or, at the very least, unreliable. Do we look like the kind of people who would house our cat, snuggle our cat, love our cat, but not FEED our cat?!
I ask you, how do we project that smug, we-got-the-memo look which says to people, “Yes we have a cat, AND we feed him?”
We decided to just walk across the street and ask them to stop feeding Wade. They said OK.
July 31, 2007 at 1:11 pm |
hi
great post