...seeing all the stray cats in my new neighborhood.

I just walked down to the closest coffee place for something to eat, as I'm still between homes and haven't grocery shopped. On the way back, I came across yet another stray cat. This one was a big boned male, still young, and thin as a rail. Yet he ran right up to me to be petted and picked up. Figuring he had to have an owner since he was so friendly, I asked a lady nearby if she knew whether he belonged to anyone. She said, "No. But there's lots of cats around here. I'm sure he'll find something to eat."

I guess I was kind of shocked. This lady was across the street from our rather seedy neighborhood, in a bunch of brand new expensive town homes they just put up. She was spraying off over a thousand dollars worth of patio furniture, yet this cat was skin and bones and she didn't seem the slightest bit concerned that he was likely to starve to death by her doorstep. Obviously he isn't finding anything to eat. And especially sad was that this cat obviously had people in his life at one point, who just left him to fend for himself. Since I was walking, I had no way to take him with me, but I plan to stop by the store later for some cat food, and if I can get him in the car, he'll be off to the clinic for a neuter.