There are two cats who live around us. One of them I've met, the other is a black one and it's the friendliest little thing. Took me a while to figure out where it lived though as it was left out a lot. Nothing inherently wrong with that. When I was a kid we used to let the cat out at night to go and do its ninja thing. But I couldn't help shake the feeling that it seemed to be left out a lot.
I eventually figured out which house it belongs to. I also noticed the other day that it seems like they have gone on holiday … and left the cat to fend for itself.
MBH first confirmed my suspicions when she heard their neighbour complain to her husband “It's ridiculous, the poor thing is hungry” while she left it a bowl of something.
Today is a shitty day weather-wise. Cold, dark and wet. I've had a stressful week at work (always) but the one thing that's pissing me off is the way that poor cat has been just left. Dont give a shit about the other stuff. MBH is off work today and came into the office to say the cat was sat huddled on its own doorstep. I told her to take down a bowl of warm Mackerel. The poor thing sprinted for it and wolfed it down. Purringly grateful says MBH.
MBH coaxed it round to our door to feed it. Well by coaxed just waved the bowl! I asked her why she didn't just leave it at the cats door?
“Well what if the owners came back and asked what I was doing?”
“Then you get two inches in their face and ask WHY THE FUCK DID THEY LEAVE THEIR CAT??”
Not exactly MBHs approach admittedly. I'm probably projecting there – ahem.
But what utter bastards!
It unsettles me.