In October, after a couple of abortive attempts, we brough home two lovely kitties. One is the dad of the other (or so the shelter people told us–they don’t look much alike), and has one eye. The other is an orange kitten.
We’ve been living with them for a about two and a half months now. Owning pets has brought a new layer of responsibility to this venture. I welcome it, except for the poop.
This makes me think of another kitty-related house theme that I don’t think I’ve yet mentioned here. We have a small colony of feral cats living next door under a set of junky cars (let me impress you with a description of my neighborhood…). There were several young ones around this summer–most likely this spring’s kittens.
I’ve thought about trying to catch them and get them spayed and/or neutered. I figure it would be better to try and see that thsi population of cats levels out and then gradually drops out of attrition, than try to rescue them. I assume that it would effectively besiege the local shelter, and its unlikely these cats, wild as they are, would be suitable for adoption. I’m not sure I’d want to cut short their life of freedom, uncertain as it is, in favor of a live of uncertainty lived in a cage.
Really any intervention is a bit outside my normal leaning, but I do find it tough to see them foraging for food as the ground freezes and bouts of bitter cold come through, and my cats (and wifey and me) meanwhile are warm and well-fed on the other side of the window glass.
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