Lately I've been feeling terribly sorry for my cats. My heart cringes thinking of them and coming back home from work in the evening. They're always sitting there, don't even go out these days, always waiting for me, to play with them, give them attention, pet them... My stomach is upset from all the pain. What kind of a life is that, maybe they were better off as strays living in the streets...? I feel such sorrow, pity, compassion... I have moments I feel I'm choking from what I've done taking them in and such a huge responsibility.