It's fucking cold outside. I'm reading posts about people finding frozen cats and kittens. Last year was even worse for me because I was answering the rescue phone line. I'm sure nothing has changed:
"There's a cat on my front porch that's shivering and I can't bring him inside because I already have 2 cats."
"I've been feeding a stray since July, now it's cold and she's probably pregnant and freezing to death. She's so friendly! What should I do?"
"I keep chasing away this Tom cat that comes around my house. I keep squirting with a hose, but he keeps coming back. Can you come get him?"
I shouldn't be angry about these kind of phone calls. I should be angry at the scum that abandoned the cats in the first place. "Behind every feral cat is a person responsible for their abandonment."
I can't even enjoy my cozy nights with the fireplace because all I do is think about the cats who have no place to go. The frigid air must feel like a death of a thousands cuts with a knife. You can't escape the bone chilling air and nobody gives a shit about you.
A few days ago, I got a voicemail from a friend of mine in rescue. She had heard that someone moved away and left their 5 year old cat in their apartment. Neighbours had been feeding this poor thing that was now living in the ceiling of the empty apartment for the past SIX WEEKS. Six weeks this little calico girl had been living in an empty apartment. According to the neighbours these people had 4 other cats, but left her behind. She lost her whole life - her family - everything in one day.
Here's the e-mail and pictures from my friend who ended up rescuing this poor, sweet cat.:
"...thanks again I attached a couple of pictures of her (under my bed where she is living for now) they aren't great but I think she has a sad look :o( I feel terrible I can't imagine what she's thinking her 4 cat friends just dissapear one day along with her family(they had her since she was a kitten) and everything she has ever known in her house and she's abandoned there alone with nothing for 6 weeks!!!!....I could never...."
She has cuts on her face from hiding in the ceiling of the house. She's a lucky girl. At least they didn't throw her outside.
There are things worse than death at the shelter. Not many things. But some.