Five days a week I stop and feed a feral colony of cats on my way into or home from work. Mind you, they don’t get $20.00 a bag Iams, but they get whatever’s on sale. I also put water in a bowl I’ve left there by the side of the road in the event they can’t find another supply.

Over the weekend I showed Matty where these fur-faces live and don’t you know it last night, on my way in, there was one of the customers sitting right in the middle of the road. When I flashed my high beams he didn’t move and as I drove by slowly, he still didn’t move.

I’m hoping he’s not flattened like a pancake when I drive home later today. But point is, no matter what we do to care for things/people, we have only so much control over the outcome. It’s a lesson I’m still learning at the age of 52.

That’s it for now.

meow

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