Your profile picture looks delicious

. If they didn't want to be eaten they shouldn't be prancing around all day, coming up to sniff my crotch, etc.
Lol. Years ago, when I had 3 dogs and lived in an apartment AND had found abandoned and taken in 5 kittens one month before I was scheduled to move, I had quite the placement dance to do.
I found decent homes for all the kittens, but also knew I couldn't take one of my dogs with me into my new abode, which I would be sharing and which I wouldn't own.
She was Tanya the Terrorist, and she would chew up anything and everything if left to her own devices. I tried as hard as I could to find a good home for her with someone who knew she was a chewer and would keep her as an outdoor dog.
By the day before I moved, I had only one taker, a Vietnamese street food vendor (this was in West Philly.) Yes, I had my doubts, but he was enthusiastic and promised that he had a newly fenced back yard and would give her a good home.
I did my best to ensure her survival, telling him I would come back to make sure he took her to her next vet visit. I returned to the city just for that, and he told me she had "jumped out of the car" on her way to the vet.
I pretty much knew what had really happened, but I didn't bother to confront the guy.
At least Tanya hadn't died a long, slow painful and pointless death of starvation and neglect and abuse on the street, and at least her death had
some meaning, morphed as she no doubt was into some toothsome Viet street food which helped provide an economic leg up to a hard-working immigrant entrepreneur.