Some commenters weren't shy about giving me a virtual tounge lashing about the cat feeding story yesterday.

The anger! The vehemence! What did it all mean?

In a state of utter distress I wept all the way home. The stray cat (who I now call "Deli") overheard my crying and came over to me.

"Woman Who Gives Me Turkey," she asked, "Why do you weep?"

"I shared the story of how we met [sob, sob] and nobody liked it."

"You shared that story? Really? It isn't all that interesting." [sobbing intesifies] "Yes, you've committed the cardinal sin: making light of cats. It's second only to making jokes about global warming. From this error, some never recover."

And with that, the cat was gone.

The next morning I found this on my door:

And now, some non-offensive cat-lover euphoria

Yes, cats again. I'm sorry, but it's hard to not talk about the animals when they're taking over the state -- or your lawn.

This guy in Bangor is peeved that his neighbor's roaming cats have turned his lawn into their private litter box.

"They crap all over my property," he told the Bangor Daily News. He also noted that "There’s nothing to prevent them from climbing inside his Jeep and shredding the cushions."

Well, there is something. It's called a top.

At any rate, he's resolving the issue with a baited live-capture trap.

And I don't blame him, after hearing about the Feline of Death yesterday. It's a get-the-before-they-get-you situation.

I've had my own feline run-ins -- the most recent of which involved a stray, a porch and a handful of sliced deli turkey.

I'd never classify myself as a cat lover -- or even and cat liker -- or even anyone who pays attention whatsoever to cats. But this damn thing just kept wandering onto my porch, meowing and looking desperate and, I admit it, I fell for it like the sucker it knew I was.

So I gave it some sliced deli turkey.

I hadn't a clue what you're supposed to give a cat, but the thing looked starved and it's pretty much all I had in the house that I was willing to part with (cat won't get near my Tyson buffalo-style popcorn chicken) and whether deli turkey is a good idea or not I didn't know.

I know now, it's a bad, bad idea. The thing kept coming back. Early. And it meowed. Loudly.

So I recommend the gentleman in Bangor ditch the trap in his yard and instead dump a pile of deli turkey in his neighbors driveway.