Craig Grant didn’t like cats. But that changed when his son moved out, leaving his cat, Pepper, behind. And just when Craig was getting used to having one cat, he found out Pepper was pregnant. The cats started to be a problem for Craig. Not only were neighbors complaining but the cats were being harassed, like being shot with B.B. guns. A newspaper advertisement led him to a tree farm 100 miles away from his Jacksonville condo.
He immediately loved the tree farm and bought 30 acres where he quickly erected an office trailer as a cat shelter. It had pet doors and padded shelving for long cat naps. The sanctuary is in the middle of 100 acres of wildlife.
“Craig moved there himself in 2003. We [currently] have 660 cats, we have barely touched on the first 5 acres of the 30 acres of land,” says Craig.
So here we have a man, living on 100+ acres of wildlife, with a handlebar mustache and 660 cats. This man has taken to living there, by himself, and building them a little “cat city” complete with a Walmart and City Hall. Color me unsurprised this is happening in Florida. These cats are decimating the the grub worm population! The birds are dying! This can’t be what people actually concerned about, right? There is a man living in the woods with six-hundred-and-sixty-fucking-cats, building them a cat sized village.
I think it’s finally happened, the cats have brain washed a human into building them their own city. It’s really only a matter of time before they murder poor Craig in his sleep. One thing is for sure, if this was a dude with 660 dogs, no one would even bat an eye, “Oh, that’s just Craig. He’s a real dog lover…man’s best friend, ya know?” But 660 pissing, whining, terrible cats = this guy is bat shit crazy, and the apocalypse is upon us.
P.S.
How sleepy is that cat kicking it on the roof of city hall. Tired as shit.
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