When I lived back home, we used to live next door to Doña Norma. She usually wore a scowl on her face, curlers on her head and a muumuu. Despite her cranky exterior, she had a good heart. She was the official voluntary hotel for the neighborhood felines. She had about 30 cats living on her premises. The place REEKED. One day, Doña Norma sprayed insecticide around her garden. She completely forgot she had 2 female cats that were pregnant. Well, I don't want to go into specifics, but those were the scariest kittens I EVER saw. Some came out with only one eye, others were missing an ear. But Doña Norma, patron saint of stray cats, bless her soul, kept them anyway. And they went on reproducing, even to this day.