Stray cats surviving on the city streets are more or less like convicts on death row – eventually something will put them down. I might be a car, a storm drain, a poisoned dinner some old lady placed next to the garbage bin. It might even be the actual garbage bin that will serve as their death bed, as it is quite common that while they’re looking for food, the truck passes by to collect the garbage and the guy simply doesn’t notice them – or even if he does, he simply couldn’t care less. For a male cat, it could a fight with another male, and for a female one…oh, I don’t even know where to begin. You see, the females have the privilege of giving birth too, and when giving birth on the street, the things that can go wrong are just too many – and this is the main reason why females are always a priority when we TNR. Continue reading “Stray Cats In Distress – Why We TNR”
I grew up among stray cats. Everybody in Greece did. They are everywhere. I grew up thinking that the cats belong in every neighborhood, that they belong in the streets, that they can feed themselves and that’s it. Cats –unlike dogs- have this thing that make you believe they can take care of themselves and just don’t need you. So that’s what I believed as a kid. And every time I saw a little kitten on the street I was told the same lie almost every kid is told. That the kitten is fine and that its mum is coming to get it any time soon. And I believed it. Like many kids still do.
This was back in the 80’s, when animal welfare was a word as incomprehensible as supercalifragilisticexpialidocious. When neutering was something most of us had never heard of and almost everyone’s idea of population control was putting newborn kittens in a plastic bag and throwing them in the trash. This is what people did, this is the only way they knew how to keep a steady number of cats in a feral colony, this is the reason why the strays were few and our lives less complicated.