Obsession with twngan

There has always been a stripe cat wandering around the apartment I live in. The old lady next door, who already has a black cat, always feeds the stripe cat with good cat food cans. Out of courtesy, one as simple-minded and naive like me would think.

It is not until recently, after the stripe cat has given birth to three kitties, that I have uncovered her little plot.

Out of the three kitties, while one is striped, the other two are black. Right, the old lady's black cat is not "fixed," and now has three children.

Now the "wild" cat is staying. There's no better place than here with steady food supply and proximity to the kitties' dad. The stripe cat raises its children on my way to the laundry room. It always gets mad when I walk around. And you don't want to mess with a cat that thinks it is protecting its children from strangers.

It is difficult to arrange an "unfortunate accident" on the cat; it has attracted so much attention from the tenants, that simply meowing in the public area would make at least two nosy neighbors to open their doors to check out what's going on.

Somehow I find this a bit annoying.