In the film, "Mary Poppins", there's a song, "Feed the Birds." Passers-by at the cathedral of St. Paul's are invited to buy bags of crumbs to feed the pigeons. (Remember when pigeons were not pests?)
In our apartment complex, there's a woman who feeds the feral cats. She's out of town for a few days, and L is delegated to do it tonight and tomorrow. Our manager brought by the supplies: a warehouse-sized bag of take-out styrofoam trays, a 25# bag of kibbles, a grocery bag full of canned food. Oh, and a bag of plastic spoons. The instructions: cut four trays in half at the hinge, fill two with kibbles, and two with canned food mixed with the kibbles. So, after the mixing and pouring, L and her friend have carted the trays down to the park.
Remember when feral cats were not pests?
1 comment:
Ah, the pet-friendly apartment complex, where this isn't weird behavior at all!
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