Sidewalk chicken bones to Shimmer are like filet mignon to us. Nasty bush burritos are a close second. The other week, Shimmer and I were walking through the small park and found a pie tin filled with cat kibble. On the side was taped the following message:
Feral cat colony managed by
Bill, volunteer with the
San Francisco SPCA
Please do not disturb.
I, of course, wasn’t going to let Shimmer eat any of it, and surprisingly, he wasn’t interested.
Today, we were walking past the same park and saw an older man walking away with the container of kibble. “Aren’t you afraid of attracting rats and raccoons?,” I asked.
It turns out he wasn’t putting food there, he was taking it away. He was part of the HOA of a nearby condo complex and they had a sudden increase of vermin in the neighborhood.
“I know who does it, I seen him putting stuff down there earlier,” as he pointed to a pile of large rocks. “And now I’m gonna have to be the bad guy,” he sighed, walking away with the container of cat food.
Shimmer inspected the kibble that had spilled, decided he still wasn’t interested, and we continued on our walk.