Is this a troll on Frank and his ready made cat crowd or a PSA?
I take it as a public service announcement, and an illuminating one, too.
As God and everybody else knows, franksolich doesn't hoard; if there's something which isn't a need for having a decent and civilized life, out it goes, into the trash.
True, I
once had thirteen cats here--now down to two, because of most of them have died of old age since then--but no way in Hell did I go around collecting them. They came here.
God compels us to accept all who come our way (I'm a dog person, remember, although I have no dogs), and I always looked at these cats as my getting brownie points from God. They were neutralized and shot, and got three squares a day. And this big old house out in the middle of the Sandhills was (is) not cramped; each cat had about the space of a tennis court, although they always seemed to want the exact same spot.
But I'm glad the infestation's about over. I think I did my duty, and so time to quit.