Before we lived here, we had a house in the contry.
We also had about 30 cats.
I truly did not know how this happened at the time.
Most of them were wild.
The ones that we could catch , we had nuetered or spayed. (we really are not terrible irresponsible pet owners.)
But there were always more.
One day ,I was at the store buying my usual 20 pound bag of cat food. I was chatting with the cashier, lamenting that I had so many cats
The cashier wanted to be helpful, as small town clerks will be.
"I tell you what to do , Honey", she confided in hushed tones, "There's this woman that lives on Park Road. Everyone calls her the Cat Lady. You can see her on the porch reading all the time. You just drop those cats off there & she will take good care of them!"
I froze. "That's me, you fool!!!!"
After this, the funny part was watching Mariah chase every car that slowed down in front of our house, yelling, "You @#$%%^!!!!!!!!!!!!Dont you leave any cats here!"
I shudder to think what they called her.