Honestly, it’s not worth picking a fight by harassing old ladies. At the very least, anyone who does this will be considered a tremendous obnoxious person.
It would have been very easy and advantageous if they had managed to make these ladies welcome and start working with the authorities.
If the cats were really being a nuisance, they could contact an NGO or shelter to do some serious work to control the number of cats in that public area.
From what I read in the newspaper article, apparently these ladies already had some previous history with the municipal authorities. The conflict was getting more serious and everyone will lose.
I most confess I had to laugh when I read these lines: “he found Alston in possession of Fancy Feast.” Caraca, cat food is more dangerous than Fentanyl.
Which the ladies in question were already doing, by spaying and neutering all the strays that they could.
Hadn’t you heard? Loving cats is more addictive than opiates. Luckily, the only negative side-effect is being late for meetings when they sit on you.
But, all seriousness aside, it is funny to think of parents being all panicked if their kids got home from trick or treating and they found (gasp!) cans of cat food in their bags!!! Now they’ll be hooked on pets! What’s next? Caring about the well-being of their fellow humans? Can’t have that.
Mrs. Feral made a run for the bird feeder because a bunch of morning doves were sitting on the ground picking up scraps. She didn’t get one but she kept digging around between that walkway I’m working on and the steel seawall. She scared one of the doves into that little space. The walkway was frozen to the ground so it took a bit to move it.
I got the bird out unharmed and then I gave Mrs. Feral a good talking to.
I don’t know if I’ve shown you all Kimba yet but here’s a couple pics of him. He’s such an odd betta for me since he’s a plakat which is quite different in terms of temperament from Buddy. Buddy being shy but Kimba is a people watcher. He always wants to interact even after I feed him. I try not to overstimulate him though.
Yep, he’s a plakat betta but it’s funny how small he is for them. Usually, they’re quite big. I’m not sure if he’s because he’s young or some kind of dwarfism but in any case he’s the opposite of Buddy except for grumping at snails.
We picked her up from the shelter yesterday and she’s already settled in. She needs a foster because she was losing weight at the shelter, they thought maybe a calmer environment would do her good. She’s eating like a champ, so I have hopes for her.
She has a neurological issue that makes her quake and be pretty physically imbalanced. I’ve never had a cat with this before.
She also has some of the softest fur I’ve ever felt. Softer than chinchilla soft. And a great big rumble purr.
Seems like there’s some parable about her being our holiday mascot this year, grateful yet off balance, needing calm and TLC.
I wonder if her mother contracted distemper while gestating Aria and her litter mates? This causes the cerebellum to be underdeveloped, resulting in neurological problems. Our departed Wobbles (guess how he got this name?) was such a kitteh. He had the hardest time getting to the top of the stairs, onto the couch or bed, etc. He also suffered seizures, but those decreased as he got out of kittenhood. Still had bad impulse control and wasn’t the brightest bulb in the marquee, but he was also super affectionate and purred like an outboard boat motor.
I’m so curious, too. But we didn’t get that info from the shelter.
But matches with your description, she is so affectionate. A real dear.
And it was hard at first not to think of her as some fragile old kitty, but already I’ve tried out some play toys with her and she’s a vicious if wobbly huntress. Looking forward to the next few weeks of fattening her up to a healthy weight.
