Isn't It Ironic, Dontcha Think?

I saw something today that just made my heart heavy.  It reiterated my belief that this country was quite literally going to the dogs...and cats as it turns out.

As I walked north up Broadway, I came across a large table that was set up outside a CVS pharmacy.  On the table were small kennels with an assortment of cute, adorable kittens in them.  Some people were surrounding the table, poking their fingers into the cages and talking sweetly to them, while others were shoving dollar bills into the large glass donation jug resting atop one of the cages.  I noticed that the jug was laden filled with monetary donations for our four legged creatures big and small.  A windfall for sure.

Suddenly I heard a voice call out to me.  "Hey lady, can you spare a dollar for me"?  I turned in the direction of the raspy, tired sounding voice. There, roughly 10 feet away from the overflowing donation jug for the animals, sat an elderly homeless gentleman on the ground. The heat had obviously taken its toll on him.  His exhaustion was clearly visible as was the years of hard times.  In front of him, alongside his sign asking for money for food, sat his very own large glass donation jug.  It was empty.  Surely it's possible that he had already spent today's donations which would explain the empty jug, but for some reason, I don't believe that was the case.  Now, it's not that I'm against giving to animals, because they are deserved of our help too, but if you can spare the buck for the cute kitty, why not for the elderly homeless guy too?  I just don't get it.