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I have always been stringent about having my cats "fixed" and vaccinated, I remember the kittens that were born year after year to homeless mothers that everybody fed. Most meeting tragic endings but there were always more. I was just a kid and seemed to be the only one affected by it. Many tears were shed over something i had no control over.
I have always adored cats and have always had them in my life...one or two at a time, until I moved here eight years ago. It's a long , infuriating, heartbreaking story but I will try not to turn this into a novel.
This small neighborhood i moved to has a different mindset when it comes to pets. Most on this short cul de sac have pets, they have dogs. They were brought home at one time as cute puppies but as they reached maturity they were tossed out to the back yard where they now live. Hot or cold, rain or shine. For those that brought home kittens, they just disappeared after the peak of cuteness. None of these people have experienced the joy of watching a baby cat or dog, grow and evolve into an entity, with a definite personality and so much love they forever become anchored as an important member of the family!
One cat, however, did not just disappear, they just stopped feeding her, I assume in hopes she would just go away. She was never fixed or vaccinated and by the time we noticed her (she lived halfway down the street) she was near death from tending to a litter of kittens on little to no food. It was actually a few of the kittens who had discovered our garage which we always left a bit open with clean water and food bowls for my 2 cats. My cats also have food and water in the house and because we live in the cul of the cul de sac and they don't leave the yard, they have access to in and out.
The mother was once a beautiful kitty, she looked to be at least part Flame Point Siamese and used to have a little bell on her collar. After months of struggling to feed herself as well as a litter of kittens, it was too much and I believe she came back to where she was once loved to die. She was laying under a truck in the driveway where she once lived. I have NEVER seen something look that bad and not be dead. I went to the door, no answer. I asked the neighbor who the cat belonged to (in case I was mistaken) and they verified it once lived there. Her fur was filthy and stiff and you could see her bones. She was alive but didn't really react when I touched her. I swear I burst into tears of rage and frustration and ran back to my house and mixed some high calorie wet food with a lot of warm water and brought it back to her with a dropper.
~OH NO, THIS IS GETTING LONG... SHOULD I CONTINUE?
i imagine many of you have experienced similar or worse which is partly why I'm here.
I have so many questions....So, may I continue?
I have always adored cats and have always had them in my life...one or two at a time, until I moved here eight years ago. It's a long , infuriating, heartbreaking story but I will try not to turn this into a novel.
This small neighborhood i moved to has a different mindset when it comes to pets. Most on this short cul de sac have pets, they have dogs. They were brought home at one time as cute puppies but as they reached maturity they were tossed out to the back yard where they now live. Hot or cold, rain or shine. For those that brought home kittens, they just disappeared after the peak of cuteness. None of these people have experienced the joy of watching a baby cat or dog, grow and evolve into an entity, with a definite personality and so much love they forever become anchored as an important member of the family!
One cat, however, did not just disappear, they just stopped feeding her, I assume in hopes she would just go away. She was never fixed or vaccinated and by the time we noticed her (she lived halfway down the street) she was near death from tending to a litter of kittens on little to no food. It was actually a few of the kittens who had discovered our garage which we always left a bit open with clean water and food bowls for my 2 cats. My cats also have food and water in the house and because we live in the cul of the cul de sac and they don't leave the yard, they have access to in and out.
The mother was once a beautiful kitty, she looked to be at least part Flame Point Siamese and used to have a little bell on her collar. After months of struggling to feed herself as well as a litter of kittens, it was too much and I believe she came back to where she was once loved to die. She was laying under a truck in the driveway where she once lived. I have NEVER seen something look that bad and not be dead. I went to the door, no answer. I asked the neighbor who the cat belonged to (in case I was mistaken) and they verified it once lived there. Her fur was filthy and stiff and you could see her bones. She was alive but didn't really react when I touched her. I swear I burst into tears of rage and frustration and ran back to my house and mixed some high calorie wet food with a lot of warm water and brought it back to her with a dropper.
~OH NO, THIS IS GETTING LONG... SHOULD I CONTINUE?
i imagine many of you have experienced similar or worse which is partly why I'm here.
I have so many questions....So, may I continue?