Proving That Guilt Is Bullshit

STIPULATED IN THE ARTICLE BELOW ("The war Against Emotion") is that guilt is bullshit, which it is, when it is unfounded. It is unfounded when intentions are good. "Noble be man, compassionate and good" said Goethe, an assertion of questionable applicability... Bought a lot, built a house, moved in. Oh, that clean new house aroma and ambiance! (or is that cars?) No animal shall ever sully my pristine furr free abode! But wait. Not so fast. A stray kitten shows up, day after infernal day, cute as a button, hungry, homeless. How could I refuse? I couldn't. She moves in, Mandi and me. Twice more the scenario repeats. Jake and Shylow join the gang. Three cute kittens, living inside with me, since I am a cats belong indoors kind of guy. Coupla years go by, here comes a fourth. Same song, fourth verse. She can't come in, because the other three won't allow it, so I name her "Cassandra", (isn't "Cassandra" some sort of ancient mythological temptress?) and move her into the garage, with free accesss the the great outdoors. Inside, Jake, Mandi, and Shylow are supspicious, curious. We are a family of five, me and my four cats. They grow into marvelous beasts. Coupla years later, and two more arrive, and, yes, you guessed it, I start feeding them; they look underweight. But Cassandra's behavior changes. She loses her appitite, starts spending way too much time away from home, and I begin to worry. Finally I realize I must not allow this to continue, so I start shooing the new two off. I try to figure out a way to feed them without their knowing its me doing the feeding, and as that unlikely endeavor continues, I'll post results. The upshot is: I have a terrible burden of guilt over this. For the first time in my life, I have failed to welcome into my home a stray cat! Now, that's bullshit if ever there were such. If I notice that these two strays are losing weight, you know as well asI do what I will do, dont you?