I wish my apartment complex didn't have the pet policy it has so that I could afford to just go ahead and adopt the sad older street cat who lives on the grounds and is attached to me (or more so to my apartment, since the lady who lived here before me apparently let it in and fed it regularly; thanks, lady
). It's sad. The poor thing will come up to my stoop and try to stick its nose or its paw in over the thresh hold at the front door, as though if it manages that without me noticing, that means it 'wins' and I have to let it in. Nope. I don't want to be rude, but there is no way I would not notice a cat in this condition (at least 6 years of no brushing makes it look a lot bigger and scarier than it probably is), and that's precisely why it can't come in. I don't exactly want whatever it probably has all over my apartment. (Corona? Parasites? A smoking habit? That's another thing: it lives such a hard life, it has a meow like the cat version of Tom Waits.) But I'm sure if it was cleaned up and treated by a vet so that it would come out with a clean bill of health, it'd be a perfectly nice cat and very appreciative of finally being able to be an inside cat. I'm just not the one who can afford to do all that right now (pay the pet deposit, the vet, the groomer, and then the more incidental things like cat food, litter, toys, etc.), and I'm guessing those who can would probably rather go get a not-mangy cat.
So instead of helping it out like that, I'm reduced to just saying hello every morning and very occasionally petting it and telling it that it's a good boy or girl, if I can get to a sink immediately afterwards (since it smells so terrible; again, life outside in the elements...it's not ideal for the modern cat, and particularly not in an urban environment like the one I live in).