The only "supervised housing arrangement" UGP needs involves solitary confinement and a straitjacket.
I'm wondering if this new place is going to be the subway cat's last port, her last earthly home.
She's just a year or two shy of fifty, and has been on heavy drugs for more than thirty years. And her obesity, her body-piercings, her high-risk behavior, haven't done her physical being much good.
I once knew someone very much like the subway cat, a relative of someone who lives near here. I used to see her every Thanksgiving. I first set eyes on her in 2001, when she was 51 years old, and she died in 2009.
The pharmaceuticals, her own temperament, and the abuse her body took, just plain simply wore her out, and she died.
The subway cat's only going to get worse, never better, from here on out, and so the only possible next home for her after this is probably permanent institutionalization, or the funeral home.