Living on the Street

I was once an indoor and outdoor cat. I had the freedom to roam between the house and outside as well. I was born in a woodpile in a backyard. My mother, after she abandoned my brothers and me, went to live across the street. So, I have never lived on the street as other cats, such as Nuri, have.

From their stories, it sounds like a nightmare to me. To have to worry where your next meal will come from. Perhaps you’ll find mice or rats to eat. But what if there is no prey around? I guess they get into the human’s garbage to find some food. That’s not a good diet for a cat and it’s messy.

Then there are territorial disputes which could be fought to the death. Or more kittens get born than we could take care of. I don’t want to think about it. I urge humans to help those cats and at least put them in shelters where the cats have a chance at an actual home.

My girl tells me we saved Spot from living on the street. He and his mother and siblings were living on the street until someone gave the little fur ball to her. So, I hope there are plenty of happy stories such as that to those cats who are born on the street.