You can't keep all these cats. Last count you had over three hundred living on the grounds. People are getting hurt tripping over them. They joke the floor is paved with cats. But you can't take them to the Inhumane society to see penned and killed. You start taking cats with you on jogs. Slipping them into cars, open windows, and the occasional bus heading out of town. It takes weeks to get the population down to fourteen favorites you can't part with. One of these fav's a yellow and brown tabby named FuckMachineHelldock32328 and a Half is snoozing on the stairs as you step down for a midnight piss. You trip over the softly sleeping animal and tumble to your you death which waits and the bottom of the stairs. That's what you get for doing the Right Thing. It will be noted on your record.