It broke my heart … and it pissed me off.Ībandoning cats on someone else’s land and hoping for the best (or maybe just not giving a crap) is pathetic. The dangers of outdoor life in a rural area caught up with them. Unfortunately, things did not end well for these cats. We did our best to feed them, keep them socialized, and provide some kind of protection from the elements until we could get them to some kind of rescue. I took them to a rabies vaccination clinic, but we couldn’t keep them or let them indoors. I put up a poster at the local grocery store, thinking that someone might see it and call me. I hoped for the best - that maybe these cats had gotten lost and someone was looking for them - so I called the animal shelters in the area to report the cats as "found" in the event that someone was looking for them. They were both quite friendly, and they certainly would have made themselves at home in our barn if it hadn’t been for a) my three cats b) my brother and sister-in-law’s two cats and c) the other barn cat, who’d been abandoned at our place the year before and fought like the Tasmanian Devil of cartoon fame with any cat who dared to question his dominance of said barn. They were young adult males, unneutered, and wearing flea collars. One morning, two cats turned up at the end of our driveway. Six years or so ago, I lived on the family homestead with my brother and sister-in-law. I’ve got some personal experience with being on the receiving end of abandoned cats. These cats were lucky: The scumbags who abandoned the kitties did so in a place where someone found them and cared enough to try and save their lives. That’s what happened to Lisa Boyle and her teenage daughters.
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