Cearbhael
Chirping
- Apr 2, 2015
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I stopped putting my cats out back in the early 1970s. I lost my favorite, a Russian Blue I simply called Blu. A pack of coyotes decided to hunt through our yard. Our black Tom made it up the Magnolia Tree but Blu didn't! I realized then that it was not safe enough for cats to wander free. All kitties since then have been indoor for life kitties. They live a lot longer that way.My bathroom smells like every Tom in the county lives here. But ironically I don't OWN a cat - never have! I like cats. If I wanted one I'd get one. People who have them seem to think that it's okay to let them out and leave them to their own devices. That's how the toms end up under my house, spraying, until my bathroom reeks. That's how the ladies end up under my house, having kittens. That's how I get hair-balls on the cushions of my deck furniture. I'm not a cat hater - but I could very easily become one. Don't know why folks who would never think of letting their dogs wander all over town, getting into trash because they're hungry or because it smells good, and trying to find whatever warmth they can on the hood of cars, think that it's fine if it's a cat.
When I worked for the animal hospitals in Mississippi and Chicago, we treated more cats for cat fight infections, frostbite, poisoning, feline leukemia, and hit-by-cars than any one person should have to see. But, it's cruel to keep cats confined, right?
Sorry, not intending to offend any of my fellow porch sitters. But it sure gets frustrating to have cats under my house, sitting on top of my chicken run, and using my garden plot for a cat box. Like I said, if I wanted a cat, I'd get one.