No Country for Old Cats

The kittens that had been playful, tiny, and adorable, clambering around the chairs outside and begging for scraps of food, are now bloated, fat, dirty and foul-smelling.  They spend their days on top of, and sometimes falling into, the food trash containers, scavenging for a few thousand more calories.  One of the adult cats has suffered a serious injury to one paw and limps along with fur stained by blood and dust.  And poor Mr. Winkie has been made the poster child for a public service announcement on the internal TV station warning that the cats may have rabies and are carriers of disease.  I personally don't think Mr. Winkie is rabid; he is just perpetually foul-tempered, like many of the humans on the compound.  But there is his glaring one-eyed face, beneath the enormous black letters warning, "Cats Are Dangerous!"  At least he has his kids to take care of him.