So, it's later in the day of my last post, and Blackie is here, and I fed him, and he's rolling around on my cat box when he hears my voice. I CANNOT stand it, what, what what can I do for him except feed him, I can't take 1 more cat, my house is bursting now, I only have little Rose 2 weeks . And Blackie chases all of the other cats, and he's so little I can't believe he can do it, but they run. If only, somehow, above the level of Quantum physics, I could find a miracle, I could find someone who would be willing to open up their home, their barn, to these poor strays and give them shelter and food. I will supply food until my last breath is gone, but I just have no more room for shelter. Blackie's luck will run out, and winter is coming. He needs to be neutered, he needs to be contained, he's going to meet up with a cat who will kick his butt, and there is no one to take care of him when it happens.
I can't stand this, it tortures me. Always.
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