I’ve told my husband that if it weren’t for him I would become a cat lady. I would probably also weigh 250 pounds. It’s a huge responsibility for him. And btw, those frozen ones... they were the one which died a natural death and she couldn’t bear to part with them.
But just you wait...!
(I'm a sucker for a kitten.)
Or couldn't bear to just throw them in the trash. Late in her life, my grandmother (long past her days of harboring a cat colony at a rural barn) called my mother to lament the passing of a beloved cat she'd had in her apartment for many years, and the fact that she no longer had a place to bury a departed little friend. It really tore her up to put "Mr. Blackfellow" out with the trash. I wouldn't have blamed her if she'd put him in the freezer, hoping that eventually there would be a way to bury him decently (I don't think there were any vets nearby who did cremations at that time, but that also costs money).