Do we ever stop missing them? And World War Z.

From time to time I come across a picture of Buddy (my cat who died last year) in some tucked away corner of my computer. Man, I miss that cat. It’s insane.

I’m going to go see World War Z today, I’ve decided. The reviews are so mixed, it looks like I’m sure to be disappointed. But I can’t resist the lure of a zombie movie. I will report back.

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Hi Stacy,
Cats are good citizens.

I’ve been meaning to mention three things I have been impressed by over the past 10 years.

1. The fixed male cat. (When a male cat is fixed, his IQ jumps about 50 points, and his gentlemanly conduct with other cats and with humans rivals that of the American ambassador to the Court of St. James.)

2. The weir in my town. (It’s a kind of dam with intentional holes for pipes that allow the water to be dammed on the one hand, but also have an amount that freely pours through at the same time.)

3. The cats are part of a good citizens program.

I found out that New York City has the same procedure in place that my little Texas town has for dealing with cat colonies.

What they do is capture cats, then they ‘fix’ the cats, and then they release the cats back into their old territories.

For example, in New York, as here, after the cat has been fixed it is release back into the same territory that it hunted and lived in before capture. This has a few benefits; on the one hand the cat feels comfortable back in familiar surroundings, and on the other, (this is a biggy) the cats hunt rodents.

You ask yourself, “What are all these feral cats doing running around New York City?” I’ll tell you what they are doing. They are keeping New York from being overrun with rodents!

Rats or mice, it’s all in a day’s work for the cat colony. So as you can see, the cats are providing a valuable psycho-social service for the citizens of New York City.

So sleep well tonight, my Gotham friends, because as you slumber thousands of cats are keeping you free from scary vermin, and this is happening in my little Texas town as well.

Maybe it should be called the Lamont Cranston Program.