I keep thinking about all the cats we rescued. Those we found homes for and those that still need homes. I don't think it's fair to all of them when they look for love and we have to limit the time we can give each of them. It was sad the way we had to gather up all the strays we had fixed and released back outside. Only to have a horrible neighbor shoot one of them with an air compressor nail gun. Which made us gather up all our strays and move out of that tiny town. I just hope all the cats understand why they don't get as much love in one sitting as they used to when they were on our old porch. I'm not even sure they're all happy being inside, but we don't want anything to happen to them in a town none of us know well.
This is only a portion of what's on my mind, but the rest will just have to stay right where it is. Some things aren't reading for sharing.
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