Too many cats. Too few homes. Bleak situation.
Everyone says, “Rescue a cat. Go out and save a life.”
I say, don’t do it, unless you know yourself.
Think about road rage. You know how people act on the road. You know how people act on New York streets when someone gets in their way. Some people get not just angry, but enraged. They want to vent on whoever is around them. Maybe they use harsh words, or yell or give a look that speaks volumes.
When they get home, if no one is around, maybe they kick the cat. They scream at the cat. They throw the cat. Normal people, people you think are fine, can do this. Nowadays, there’s not much that’s more shameful than hitting a cat. Doesn’t mean it’s not done.
Who is most likely to hit a cat? My guess is that perfectionists are the most likely to lash out. Slobs don’t care if the cat scratches the sofa! So what. The slob throws their food in the sink and lets it sit for days. You think they’re going to care about a scratch on the sofa? You think they’ll care if the cat walks over the dining room table? Nawww.
It’s the perfectionists who CAN NOT DEAL WITH IT. They tell the cat, “Get off the table.” The cat sits down and licks its paw. Ms. or Mr. Perfectionist’s face turns red. They scream. The cat hides. Not good enough. They track down the cat and blam, smack the cat’s body. It happens.
Slobs will neglect, but they won’t attack.
Then you have the owners who get it right. Judging by the number of cats returned to shelters, the ones who get it right are far fewer than we’d wish. For many people, having a cat is too much. They can’t deal with it. Can’t fight human nature. If it’s too much, it’s too much. I think it’s time to stop pressuring people to adopt. Adoption can be worse than the alternative. I support trap-neuter-return and I support thoughtful, cautious adoption.