My first night as a feral cat

I miss Nick and my food bowl.

If you want to eat - learn to fight

Not one pat.

Not one scritch behind my ears.

Seldom do I hear anyone purring.

Like the Americans, all I hear are cat fights over a scrap of food.

This feral cat life sucks. I think I made a mistake doing the ferals - a mistake bigger than electing Trump as president.

Like most of the post-Trump/Musk American population, I am now scrounging for food. Fighting with others over a scrap of meat - most of it from the trash and the occasional rodent that makes the mistake of wandering into our “home”.

Not unlike the American population.

But unlike the American middle class we have claws, sharp teeth and the right to say anything we want without repercussions.

Maybe I’ll get used to it - just like the American population seems to be getting used to their joke of an administration.

One good thing about it all - Musk can’t fire us.

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