Witnessing Poor Stweardship

ACROSS THE STREET from me lives a family of Jehovah's witnesses, which is one of those made in America varieties of Christianity, along with, let's see...Mormonism, Christian Science, Scientology, among others. are the Witnesses the ones who do not celebrate secular holidays, and do not stand for the national anthem? If they indeed do not stand, they not only should not be allowed to play football, their entire faith should be impugned for lacking respect for flag, anthem, and country. for, as GHW Bush once said: "this is the greatest nation in the entire country". They're nice people, if a bit weird. A mother, late fifties, who works in a nursing home, and three grown, big, strong, strapping sones, all in their twenties, all of whom wear overalls daily, none of whom ever seem to leave the house, nor have employment. Another feature, perhaps, of their faith: the female brings home the bacon. they don't have to bring home much of it; I get so much throw away food at the senior center that I can't possibly use it, so I give it to them. In appreciation, they ply me with boxes of Little Debbie delights, which I try to transport to the senior center as soon as possible, before they go to my waistline and hasten me towards diabetes. IN a wooded area in their backyard lives a colony of feral cats, some of whom sometimes venture across the street, where I feed them. among these is a female who recently gave birth, in Jehovah's yard, beneath one of their innumerable knick knack lawn decorations. She brought the litter across the street, adorably ,and I increased the mother kitten's food supply; she looked underweight, and I was afraid the litter was going to suck the life out of her. when the babes were fully weaned, the momma kitty ushered them back across the street, out of my garage, and back into the wooded area, possibly preferring the better protective cover. I explained to the Witnesses that it was incumbent them, to try to find homes for all the feral cats, particularly the kittens, with all the spaying, neutering, and vaccinating associated. I said I would help. What I got in return was a flat denial of any and all responsibility, and the implication that since the litter had spent two weeks on my property, I would have to take charge. Then a "No Trespassing sign went up on their door, which I thought a bit unfriendly, and a bit incredible? I think I'll start giving the leftover meatloaf and mashed potatoes to the feral cats, and I don't think I'll risk knocking the Witnesses front door. we live in precarious, contentious times. meanwhile, presumably the colony in the backyard woods will grow, and a day or reckoning will ensue. Is that part of Jehovah's plan?