I had a dream this morning, it messed with me. There were a bunch of kittens hiding out in a hole in my back yard, like a bucket, but in the ground. I stepped on one of the kitties heads, at the rim of the bucket and severed it. Then i was left with dead cat to clean up.
I'm not an animal hater, I had a kitty-cat for twenty years.
But recently, immigrants (spics) have adopted "outdoor cats" at such a rate that I can't even walk from my front door to my car without stepping in cat shit. That is too much compassion, too much forced compassion. Your (their) love for cats should not be my problem, yet it is.