We have a few neighbourhood cats that come around for food every night. One insists on coming during the day too but s/he’s a special case (see below).
Anyway, there’s a boy we call Hops who’s definitely homeless (only the homeless kids eat the raw food, for some reason) and we’d like to make sure he’s dry, safe and warm this winter so we bought him a little house. When I told the delivery driver what it was for, he looked at me like I had two heads. I guess looking after strays is not everybody’s cup of tea.
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