[Thread] The cats coming to the door right now I thought was dead

The cat coming to the door now was one that was lost for a while, my sister thought she was dead, and so did I, however the cats been coming to the front door for a while now, she gave me a bag of her food that she was feeding it, but it was such a short bag that I thought soon I would have to go out and buy more, thankfully I don't have to now, but at least I know what she eats, should she come back, I have so many stray cats coming to my front door now that I'm caught up in the moment and my heart can't tell if a cat has ever been here before or not so I'm just getting up and bringing them food and now I have to worry about my house being overrun with stray cats on the inside, it's like the house has been marked up as a place to eat, its terrifying, I'm trying to avoid looking at the door when I hear the scratching and meowing sounds because I know it's cats and I know that every time I answer that door I'm ruining my life, I don't know what to do, I have to answer the door every time, I'm trapped in a situation that not even the government can help me with, I've reached out to local animal control, they don't help me, sometimes I see them driving around, I've even tried talking to them before, but to no avail, it feels like I'm completely alone in this struggle, or maybe I'm the animal, I don't know, I just know this can't go on forever, I'm sure the government will step in one day, and they will either help, or hurt me, I don't know which, all I do know is that no man can go on like this for so long, the house is too big and there isn't enough food for all these stray cats that come to my door, one day I won't be around, one day I won't be able to feed them and they will starve and die inside my house, or even worse, they will tear me apart, and that's probably what I deserve, because I'm basically a psychopath at this point, I've answered that door so many times that I've lost count, I'm not even human anymore, I'm just a feral cat feeder, a prison guard, a zoo keeper, a slave, a cat felon, but the cats don't understand any of this, they just want food, and the only food my house offers is dry cat food, this is probably the friendliest and most loving house on the block, but I dont think it should be this way, I shouldn't be alone in this, I don't know how to turn it off, I don't want to look at the door anymore, I want to go on a date, I want to go out and eat, I want to hang out with family and friends, I want to play video games, I want to do anything other than what I'm doing right now, I feel like I'm in a hostage situation, that my house is being held up and I have to answer the door and feed these people or else they will kill everyone in the house, who would even think of such a thing, it feels so ridiculous to have to type this, everyone laughs at me when I bring it up, but I'm not laughing, this is my life, I have to stop, but I don't know how, I feel like if I don't answer that door the cats won't stop until the neighbors call the police on me, and I would rather die than be arrested for a stray cat, what a ridiculous thing to die for, but I'm not, I'm answering and having to deal with the consequences, I've learned to ignore the neighbors when they talk to me, they all hate me for my good virtues, they have been calling me the cat lady, I'm not that, at least not technically, I'm just a compassionate person, but no one on my street is, they don't understand the way I feel, they think I'm a narsassist or a crazy cat lady, they have no idea what I'm going through, I don't even think my family and friends understand, I feel completely alone in this struggle, not even god would understand my situation, this is a situation that is almost to fictional to be real, but here I am, I'm alive and I have to answer this door, I feel like the cats know I'm not answering anymore, and so they are all coming at once, its too many to manage, I don't know what to do, I'm just opening the door and letting them in and feeding every last one of them, but it's such a short bag and I don't get paid soon, not soon enough, and I don't know if I have enough money in my checking account to buy every last stray cat food, so at some point, very soon, I will starve, and I will kill the cats, and I will be the cat killer, and I'll be arrested and I'll go to jail, and I'll die, and my house will be overrun with stray cats, this is the future I see, and this is the present I'm living, and I'm alone and I'm scared, but that's okay, I have to keep fighting, I have to keep opening that door, at least until the bag of food is gone, and I can't do that, I just can't, but I will, and I'll die, and I'll be dead, and I will be nothing, I am nothing already, I'm just a stray cat feeder, what am I, I'm already dead.