Someone has dumped yet another load of cats out here. These are meaner than snakes and wilder than March hares. I am going to try to trap them starting tomorrow, so I can haul them over to the pound. One may not survive that long, since it is insistent on going in the back yard. The back yard is where Hairy Death lives. Several of them have access. This cat better get smart real quick, or he won’t last long enough for me to trap. He’s been in the back yard of my neighbor to the southwest, his dog has already chomped this cat, so I guess he decided to try his luck here. Bad career choice.
I wish people would stop thinking that I need more cats. I have three cats, that’s enough. Two inside, one outside that knows the back yard is OFF LIMITS, she learned her lesson the hard way and has a long memory. It’s a shame I can’t trap the people that are dumping these cats and take them to the shelter.
Of course the other folks that amaze me are the ones that start whining……..”why can’t YOU keep them and feed them”. The answer is simple. Feral cats breed like rats. I am not going to start paying for my own trap and release program. If someone out there thinks that I am evil for taking them to the pound, then come get them. Bring traps and heavy gloves. And be sure your shots are up to date. Otherwise, they are out of here. One way or another.
There’s also a stray dog hanging about, but I most likely won’t have to deal with it since I think it was seen hazing my neighbors high dollar sheep.
I guess folks who dump animals don’t think about what happens to them. Their choices are very limited. It’s not likely that anyone will take them in, particularly in a rural area where people are not all warm and fuzzy about stray animals. Most likely they will either be hit by a car, killed by coyotes, starve to death, be killed by ranchers protecting their livestock, or trapped and sent to the pound to be euthanized. They spread disease and fleas, and occasionally they carry rabies. Their life is short and brutal, it would be far better if the owners would take them straight to the pound, where a painless death awaits.
Instead they dump them in the country, and leave the rest of us to clean up their messes.