I admit it. I made a mistake. I was waffling back and forth. “Should it stay?” “Should it go?” And I let myself down. I knew better. I think my March 1st tweet says it all:
The stray cat that I’d been feeding had kittens in my mudroom last night. Shiiiiit!
It’s totally my fault. I should have paid to get her fixed or taken her to the pound. It’s just that it costs so much for a procedure for a cat that isn’t mine. But I’m the one who’s fed her all these months and opened up my mudroom as shelter from the cold nights. Alas, she is my cat, and I should have done better. Damn. Now I either need to find homes for four adorable kittens and get the cat fixed or take her to the pound.
Bob Barker raised me better.
“It didn’t have to be this way.”
“I wish I could go to prom with my friends…”