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Negligent people make this crazy cat guy crazier
I am the crazy cat guy.
I mean, I guess I am.
My friends accuse me of being that guy all the time, and frequently post stuff on my facebook wall — pictures of ridiculous cat-themed arm chairs, “crazy cat lady” memes, and just general crap to roast me and expose me for who I am.
A crazy cat guy.
I moved to Shawnigan a number of years ago, and brought with me two cats: Smokey Joe, and Big Buddy. They were listed as brothers and semi-feral when I got them from the SPCA. So I started with two.
But it seems many people in the Shawnigan village area couldn’t care less, and think it’s completely permissible to abandon their pets when they move.
So two has grown to five.
First, I took on a feral kitten — Bad Bitty — who was clearly the runt of a litter, somewhere. He stays outside.
Then Limpy came around: an older house cat who was so timid she’d sneak up, steal one piece of dry food from Bitty’s bowl, then run off and eat it. Limpy now sleeps with me every night.
Now, here’s Grey Guy: looking for a new home after someone left him behind.
Yes, there’s nothing like going to your back yard to put something in the composter and finding a cat that’s sad, hungry, confused and cold because some heartless bastard felt it was fine to just part ways with him during the holidays.
Bitty wanted to fight Grey Guy, so now I have to leave a food dish hidden in the bamboo in the back of my yard where Grey Guy knows it is, and where Bitty won’t go.
Yes, I absolutely don’t sound like a crazy cat guy at all.
I have friends who are volunteer shelter recipients. I have friends who have rescued pitbulls from shelters in both the U.S., and locally. I have friends who work with the SPCA. I have friends who work in the veterinary field. I live in an area where animal husbandry is commonplace.
But apparently, I also live in an area where abandoning your pets is commonplace as well.
In the past couple of weeks one friend had to say goodbye to his elderly cat, posting on facebook that the loss was, “the easiest way to turn a 6’4” 350lb guy into a crying mess.”
Yet another friend is facing up to this impending reality as you read this.
All these people care (and have cared) deeply about their pets.
And because the paper will only allow me so much leeway when it comes to my choice of language and opinion in my criticism, I will leave you — the person that would abandon a pet — the following very tame wake-up call: your couch, your pots, pans and dishes, and your TV mean more to you than your cat.
You didn’t even have the decency to take your pet to a shelter if you couldn’t find a new home for it yourself.
Grey Guy was lucky enough to come to my house, but remember, there’s not always going to be someone out there who’ll pick up your slack.
Jay Siska writes monthly in the News Leader Pictorial. Reach him at firstname.lastname@example.org.