Date: 2014-11-19 03:30 pm (UTC)
A few weeks before I moved, one morning when I went to feed the outdoor cats, there they were: two new kittens. Maybe 10-12 weeks tops, these two - a gray tabby-and-white and a gray tabby - had found their way out of the woods. I'd seen tiny hints of them when they were younger but just before the time change, when it was quite dark at feeding-time, they got bold enough to show themselves when I brought over the food.

And I thought, "Well here we go again." A stable cat population for about eight years and some new ones arriving. I wanted to be able call up the feral groups I've worked with, get the traps, do the T-N-R, get them checked out. I knew they'd have longer, healthier, happier lives if I did. But I couldn't. I was about to move, I couldn't afford the time or expense, even with the reduced-cost TNR neuter programs in my far more urban area.

There's so much we can't do that if that's all we think about, it can be so overwhelming. I get why you're overwhelmed. And I am absolutely grateful to you and to Bonn for doing what you did, what you could. Even that tiny bit really honestly does matter.

Life isn't fair. Sometimes I think our main job is to do what we can to even it up when we can.
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