It appears that hateful people are still being hateful. Yet another "throwaway" cat has arrived at the Little Bayou House. Why? Just why? I can fully understand the occasional need to rehome a pet but to just throw them out as if they were trash is beyond comprehension. It truly makes my blood boil! People! People! Find a home for your unwanted pet! Do not assume that they can survive on their own.
I have been putting out food for several feral cats that have come to call the Bayou their home after being abandoned by their owners. It does not bother me to feed them but it does irk me to no end that the animals are having to struggle so. Early this evening, I found that I had a good bit of chicken soup leftover and, well, Son had changed his mind about wanting leftovers three days in a row. I do not blame him as I was tiring of it, as well. I, at the same time, found that I was out of the dry cat food that I use for my "outdoor" cats. So...the cats would eat soup. I filled the pan with the soup then slipped it near the shed so the cats could eat. It has been raining all day so the eaves of the shed would shelter the cats as they ate. I was surprised to see the first one to the pan was a newcomer. Oh, sweet fella. I am sorry you were not wanted by your family.
I watched as the cat ate his fill then crawled back under the shed. At least, he will have his belly full and will have a dry place to sleep. It is to be cold and rainy for most of the night so I am sure he appreciates the help given. So far, not one of the feral cats wished to come inside. I have tried but they are skittish and untrusting of humans now. All I can offer is a meal and shelter. (They have the option of the shed or greenhouse.)
My hope for humanity has gone down yet another notch. Critters...I can handle. People...not so much.
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