Wednesday, July 16, 2014
Eighteen years ago I was eating out of a dumpster and so were the cats. I started feeding them. If I die they die, so I just keep on going. I have to move out from under the bridge soon so I need a boat to live on and a boat to drive, nothing fancy. I just need to keep feeding the cats. The cats depend on me. People donate the food so it's the least I can do. The cats don't judge me.