Cat Woman

When I was little I loved Cat Woman so much that I had my mom make me a Cat Woman costume for Halloween - long black fingernails and all. Today, I hate Cat Woman. More so, I hate the cat woman who feeds the cats in my alley. I guess they would literally be alley cats.

Cats are a phenomena here. They are all over! We were warned: don't touch the stray cats! They may look cute but they may also have some disease and attack you. Emphasis on the attack part. THESE ARE NOT HOUSE CATS PEOPLE! Would you pet a rat in the alley?!
I pretty much see them as filthy scavengers just one (or two) step(s) above mice - which thank God we don't have thanks to these cats. For the most part they are out of the way - in the trash can, sitting under a bench or on top of a car. They don't usually cause any problems (except leaving paw prints and scattering trash); But none the less, they are ugly and the thought of them attacking me is kind of scary.

So why does this make me hate Cat Woman? She is akin to the woman in Mary Poppins who feeds the pigeons. (Feed the birds...toppins a bag...) Here's how it goes...every day!:

apx 6:30pm - Feeds about 10 cats at the North end of the alley.
apx 6:40pm - Walks down alley with used grocery bag of consumables, followed in toe by 4 cats.
apx 6:45pm - Feeds about 8 cats at the South end of the alley.
apx 6:50pm - Leaves the alley.

SHE DEOSN'T EVEN LIVE THERE! This crazy woman is feeding all of the stray cats right by my house and then she goes home to her own neighborhood (which I'm guessing is a few blocks away and full of cats) and leaves my alley full of mangy ugly alley cats!!! Feed your own cats woman!! I don't want them to stick around my place!

This wouldn't bother me so much if I only had to look at them - but yesterday I finally gave up my dream of washing my own car and paid to have the sea salt and cat prints washed off. I even went so far as to have the car waxed! It looks beautiful! Until 30 minutes later...the cat lady came...and her cats pranced all over my clean car. It was as if she'd put the food on my sunroof and under my tires. (Sigh...) Any suggestions?

(Those are cat prints on top of my car!)