Laugh all you want, pal. Don't know what kind of crap you've been through in your life, but I've been through the meatgrinder many, many, many times! The only reason that I'm still alive is because of cats. Seriously. The lowest point of my life was in 1999 when my girlfriend was murdered and her body was dumped in an abandoned lot under I-95. After that, I stopped giving a shit about ANYTHING! Didn't give a rat's ass about whether I lived or died. I was actually considering blowing my own brains out when a neighbor came up to me one day and asked what I knew about kittens. A mama cat had given birth under her shed but then mama got hit by a car. Only one kitten was still alive, just barely, and after taking one look into her tiny little eyes and hearing her cry, I knew that I had to do something. For the first time in my life, I started to care about something besides myself! I bottle-fed that little kitten and she not only survived but thrived. That tiny little girl turned me from being a total hater of life into someone that actually started to care again. Not long after that, a friend of mine who was battling addiction had to go into treatment. I took in his two cats, and they absolutely loved me for it. Over time, I've realized that part of my true purpose in life is to take care of those who are cast aside; in my case it seems to be cats.
