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The continuing saga of a Midwestern household occupied (mostly benignly) by cats -- and now a dog -- since 1997. |
Tink |
Doodle |
Gord |
Squeek |
Max |
What, you may ask, is a "porch cat?" | Well, let me tell you a little bit about porch cats. |
You know that cat in your neighborhood who never seems to go home? | The one who looks like he survived a few rounds with Mike Tyson before he went down for the count? |
Maybe resembles Bill the Cat, from the old Bloom County comic strips, a little? | The one who's always begging for something -- food, attention, a good swift squirt from the hose? |
Do you, by any chance, have any idea just how that cat got there? | The odds are pretty good that cat got there by being dumped. |
Once upon a time, that cat was every bit as cute a little kitten as any $800 purebred. | He was soft and fuzzy, he was playful, he was fun to be around. |
In many cases, somebody thought he was cute enough to take home. | They provided, at the very least, a warm place for him to sleep and food to eat. |
But, as is inevitable, eventually he ceased to be fuzzy, playful and cute; he was no longer quite as much fun to be around. | Maybe he poked a hole in the screen on a cold, rainy morning ... or piss-marked the couch to say "I'm a man, now!" because nobody had yet undertaken the time and expense to have him neutered. |
Maybe she bit the baby, or gnawed a hole in a loaf of bread that was on the counter because nobody remembered to leave her any food, or scratched the sofa. | Maybe she hadn't been neutered, either, and got pregnant. |
Maybe the kids kicked her, or threw firecrackers at her, or sicced a dog on her, or shot her with a BB gun, and she figured being on her own couldn't possibly be any worse, so she chose to run away before she was maimed (or worse). | For whatever reason, the door that was sometimes -- if not always -- open, and the hand that sometimes scratched her ears; put down food for him no longer served. |
A porch cat is a cat nobody else wants anymore, usually for no better reason than that it's not a cute, fuzzy kitten anymore. | A porch cat, if it's reasonably lucky, will get by eating birds and vermin, and cadging out of your trash cans, until the ripe old age of five or six -- maybe seven -- before it dies of a disease or parasite or is hit by a car or killed by another animal (or human). |
If it's reasonably unlucky, it will contract a disease or parasite early on, or be killed by a wild animal or a dog. | If it's very unlucky -- if one considers death unlucky, which is sort of a crapshoot when you're a porch cat -- animal control catches it and it's euthanized a few days later. |
Euthanasia is, at least, usually performed humanely, in a warm, dry place. | Even animal control has the heart to give the cat a last meal before its death. |
Not all porch cats reach so sad an end, though. | Four of them are here. |
And so is Max. | He's actually a southeastern Indiana porch dog, but it can't be imagined that his story is any sweeter before he ended up in the shelter system. |
Would you like to meet the porch cats (oh, yeah -- or Max)? | Please click on the links above, with their pictures. |
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