The. Worst. Human. On. The. Planet.
I feel horrible. The cats that I had to stop feeding are at my door every morning and every afternoon and sometimes in between waiting waiting waiting for some food. I am a prisoner in my own home because I can't stand to go outside and hear them crying. I'm hoping that they will give up soon, but every day they are outside waiting waiting waiting. And crying.
And then last night Keith gave them a handful of food because he wants them to keep coming around so that we can trap them. I yelled at him. DON'T DO THAT!
I am hoping that they will travel the neighborhood and find some other sucker for stray cats who will feed them or find some backyard with bowls of dog food laying around or even find a mouse or catch a bird. Not that I've ever seen mice around here. But there are lots of birds. Because I really don't want to trap them and take them to the pound, but if we don't they soon will produce more stray cats, so I'm hoping that they will just move on to greener pastures.
And then last night we are at the table eating dinner and the cats are all at the back sliding door pawing at it because little kittens are on the other side of the door staring in at us. And meowing. Because they see that we are eating. Food. It's really hard to enjoy your dinner when hungry eyes are staring in at you. Sad little kitten hungry eyes. Damn.
So I feel terrible. Horrible. Awful. Cruel. Rotten. Mean.