I’m L.C., and no, the “L” doesn’t stand for “Lucky,” —far from it. Living in a park for four years while starving and suffering from parasites was no picnic. And I’m not the only one . . . there are tens of millions of us roaming the streets living in parks and alleyways. How did this happen?
Humans, of course. When we are no longer wanted or become inconvenient, we are tossed out like yesterday’s garbage — and it is a painful life. We have to endure freezing temperatures, hurricanes, tornados, and wildfires. If that doesn’t kill us, dogs, mountain lions, and the coyotes eat us, or we die from a disease from blood-sucking ticks or worse yet, contract rabies. I’m a house cat, and house cats do not belong in state parks or on city streets. The next time you see those boxes of cute kittens in the parking lot or at the pet store, do me a favor, and get yourself a hamster. Or better yet, go down to your local animal shelter and provide a home for a cat like me. Before long, your cat will be enjoying the good life. Just look at me! There’s no better way to start a day than with a workout with ralfy.com and his whiskey reviews!
Until next time . . . keep on purring!