- Joined
- Apr 17, 2020
I am having a really hard time dealing with the fact that I am finally moving.
A lot of you know what I used to do for work, and that up until this year I was still living in the housing on the property next to my unit even though I had retired. I have spoken many times before about the hundreds of wonderful cats that reside here, at the back gate, near the BOQ and in the farmland surrounding this place. Told all the stories about how the cats were brought in in the 1960s to handle the rat problem, how the population exploded. Talked about the cat factions, cat territories. Lots of you have seen the many photos I have taken of these critters and their exploits.
Even though it is a Wild Land where some cats are seen only once and new litters are never guaranteed to make it...it was peaceful and, best of all, natural. Although I worked extremely hard to keep them from depending entirely on me for food, I always made sure that none of them went hungry.
My concern is that every time I have ever left this place to visit family or make the long drive into civilization for a week or so, I would at the very least leave canned food at the BOQ with express instructions for those mfs to feed all my cats. At least just put a can of food out for the very small ones every day or so. Without fail, the food remained untouched upon my return every single time. I know that when I am gone nobody up here is going to take care of these cats. That thought is really upsetting me.
I know they will be fine, they are basically just human-friendly feral and hunt constantly. There are plenty of field mice and other natural prey for them here. The thought of finding a shelter that will take large volumes of animals briefly materialized but I don't want to take these cats away from their home and I do not trust any shelter not to euthanize some or even all of them. Any "solution" to the "problem" has been vetoed by rational thought. The only correct move is to just leave them in their natural environment. This is their home. One man can't keep a hundred cats in his house and have it be safe for the animals no matter how big it is; and even if I did buy land for them or something it'd just be the exact same thing they have now but far worse, since there wouldn't be any people nearby who might feed one or allow one into their home one day and find a new friend for life.
So, I have to leave my cats.
I am going to miss them. I have pet hundreds of miles into the backs of these animals over the years, turned many mean and horrible cats into friendly and loving ones. Countless litters have been born in the cactus patch, safely sheltered from the many local predators. And some have even been rescued from sickness and certain death; given to family members where they will live long and happy lives.
A lot of you know what I used to do for work, and that up until this year I was still living in the housing on the property next to my unit even though I had retired. I have spoken many times before about the hundreds of wonderful cats that reside here, at the back gate, near the BOQ and in the farmland surrounding this place. Told all the stories about how the cats were brought in in the 1960s to handle the rat problem, how the population exploded. Talked about the cat factions, cat territories. Lots of you have seen the many photos I have taken of these critters and their exploits.
Even though it is a Wild Land where some cats are seen only once and new litters are never guaranteed to make it...it was peaceful and, best of all, natural. Although I worked extremely hard to keep them from depending entirely on me for food, I always made sure that none of them went hungry.
My concern is that every time I have ever left this place to visit family or make the long drive into civilization for a week or so, I would at the very least leave canned food at the BOQ with express instructions for those mfs to feed all my cats. At least just put a can of food out for the very small ones every day or so. Without fail, the food remained untouched upon my return every single time. I know that when I am gone nobody up here is going to take care of these cats. That thought is really upsetting me.
I know they will be fine, they are basically just human-friendly feral and hunt constantly. There are plenty of field mice and other natural prey for them here. The thought of finding a shelter that will take large volumes of animals briefly materialized but I don't want to take these cats away from their home and I do not trust any shelter not to euthanize some or even all of them. Any "solution" to the "problem" has been vetoed by rational thought. The only correct move is to just leave them in their natural environment. This is their home. One man can't keep a hundred cats in his house and have it be safe for the animals no matter how big it is; and even if I did buy land for them or something it'd just be the exact same thing they have now but far worse, since there wouldn't be any people nearby who might feed one or allow one into their home one day and find a new friend for life.
So, I have to leave my cats.
I am going to miss them. I have pet hundreds of miles into the backs of these animals over the years, turned many mean and horrible cats into friendly and loving ones. Countless litters have been born in the cactus patch, safely sheltered from the many local predators. And some have even been rescued from sickness and certain death; given to family members where they will live long and happy lives.