On my way to work on Broadway, there’s a homeless woman who often sets up out in front of a bank, a full camp of blankets and cardboard stuff. She spreads out. A large tabby cat sits beside her, on a leacs, in a box.
I often see non-homeless people stopped and speaking with this woman — and she looks about as bad as homelessness gets — and they’re invariably addressing the care and condition of her cat. Some even seem to be lecturing her. Not that anything is getting though her schizophrenia-hardened face, but still – they’re determined. What she’s doing to this cat is just cruel.
I think it’s because this cat needs a home and some food. This cat needs health care, or some mental health counseling, maybe a stay in detox or a hospital. Next, we can get this cat a job. Because we care about cats. They’re so much like us.
First person to kill this cat and confirm it, I’ll give this homeless woman $100 and bus ticket to her family.