The human female is *such* a hypocrite. She professes to love cats of all sorts. She makes a huge fuss over the feral cats at her workplace, even going so far as to pat the seat next to her when she gets into the car, asking one or another of them if it doesn’t want to come home and live with us.
Well, the other night, when she was leaving home to go do boring things with dead plants, she heard the flp-p-p-p-p- noise that means her little blue car has sucked an oak leaf into the air system and needs a bit of a clean out. (No surprise–she parks under an oak tree and the vehicle accumulates a lot of leaves, acorns, and catkins.) So she shut off the engine, popped the hood latch, and got out to do some excavating.
That is when she found the lovely stripey-tailed surprise kitty I brought her, sitting on her engine under the hood. She must have spooked it, though, because it jumped down and hid between the sunflower and the elm seedlings.
She was so mean! It was lonely and hungry and scared, and she didn’t offer to cuddle it or feed it or anything. It just wanted to be friends. It even left her a present!