(the CDS had an intact, flea-ridden sweetheart of a tom walk straight into my house. My resident cat got one whiff of him and said "Mom if you let him out the bathroom, I'm gonna fight him so hard, and I'm gonna lose, because he has balls and street smarts and I have neither." A local rescue took him and got him medical attention, and he was adopted. My failed CDS delivery ended up someone else's new best friend.)