Yeah, I tend to think One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest is a truer depiction of what psychiatric facilities were like in the "good old days" rather than patients gently strolling through the gardens of some English country manor.

I discovered the body of the elderly alley cat I've been feeding for years last night. She was the last remnant of the colony that used to live behind my apartment (unless you count my own two, who have been pampered indoor pets for a dozen years). You had a good run, Jojo! Next up on my agenda is finding the time to retrieve and bury her before it rains this afternoon.