Coach, the thing is, said subway cat may become a better target for those of us that have rifles (or rifled shotguns)!
You know, I'm sorely disappointed the subway cat doesn't already do it, on her own; after all, being a primitive, she believes in "community service."
Such orange-vested people are seen various places here in Nebraska--depending upon the locality, they're jail inmates working at lessening their sentences, or from the city mission doing some good, or teenagers working off a "community service" sentence (rather than jail time), or people enrolled in certain social services programs, or, so help me, retarded people who want to be doing something interesting and exciting with their lives.
One expects to see, and sense, a sullen resentment, as if it's chain-gang work, but all the years I've observed the phenomenon, I've never met a grouchy one. And they do do good, complete, work, too, leaving not a shred of paper around.