A shitload. So to speak.
With the big arctic blast coming, I've rounded up as many neighborhood cats as I can. I don't know where some of these cats actually belong, and I don't trust their owners to get them inside. Because if their owners are taking care of them, why are they always over here mooching off of me?
So there are eight cats camped out in the house, probably through Friday morning. And I'm trying to round up a ninth.
This ought to be sweet.
Welcome to Casa de la Caca del Gatos.
Like the place wasn't a mess already.
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