Another man with cat problems.
"Get some perspective!" my wife advises (tells) me. She worries about the dwindling family fortune, the Mob of Yahoos in charge of the future, and about polar bears trapped on ice flows. She wants me to be worried about these things too, but my laser-like focus is on the 8,000,000 feral cats that crap in my flower beds at four in the morning. Who's got time to worry about going to the Poor House?