Oh the black cat is outside! And Melbcat insisted I open the door. Uh oh! (Screen door still locked.) Thankfully he didn’t approach so we didn’t get World War III. He’s a big fluffy puddin and looks chill. If the cats got along and I was richer he’d be at risk of a catnapping.

I’ve stopped donating to the food pantry because money has got tighter (pensioner and cat getting sicker) and the local drop off point has closed.

Also I saw the guy that’s been chronically and openly stealing from me down at the op shop near it, trying to get them to hold a flashy pair of shoes for him… So it’s possible the open pantry closed and the donations went somewhere more regulated because he (or someone else) was just taking the lot. Buying cigarettes and alcohol and fancy sneakers from what he could steal and sell, and eating from nearby free snack/meal services. And then still coming to my house to litter and steal my extremely limited foods anyway.

It’s a shitty thing to say (I know about poor shaming and vulnerable people being dehumanised) but I’m really souring on people and it feels like any sort of kindness just gets you used. 🫩