He was filthy--dirt in his ears, nose, starving, thirsty...dinner and a bath later, he's pretty much made himself at home. Here I am, like Snoopy, a mortal enemy of cats; but, what am I gonna do? Now, I have TWO! GOOD GRIEF!
I see him sleep and he twitches as if having nightmares and I think to myself: He must, sitting on side of the road--so tiny a creature--watching these horrible big giant metal machines zipping by him at 45 - 50 miles per hour; hungry, thirsty, dirty. I wonder how many other animals there are out there that are being treated inconsiderately and homeless. Makes me a little sad.
Anyway, we can spay and neuter our pets (thanks, Bob Barker), but not much to do about people.