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I just need to write this. I've talked to the venerable Bertha Venation about this, and she has stressed to me there is just no easy way to leave. It has helped immensely to have Bertha's counsel on this. But I wanted to just air my anguish to my fellow DUers for comment or criticism or comfort.
We have six cats of our own, and I feed stragglers. There is one guy who has become a regular. He is incredibly feral - though not quite so freaked out over me as before. But still - can't get within 5 feet of him.
Anyway. He hangs out around our home now, and I've fed him regularly for 8 months. Except when we've traveled, and then he's been on his own for stretches of up to 2 weeks.
I've called him "Cousin" because he resembles one of our cats. He's a long haired tuxedo, with a crooked, half moustache on the left side of his face. He has a crooked right ear, and the two features combined give him a very endearing, constantly puzzled appearance.
I have not been able to catch him, nor do I now have time - we leave in a little under two weeks. (The move came together suddenly. It is a lifeline for us - we have to get out of this horrid little town or else we're going to die here - no work, no future, it's a bad place and we just sort of got stuck. We have a chance to leave and are taking it.) If I did catch him, I'd have to take him to our local no-kill shelter (can't afford to take him to our vet directly - they'd charge hundreds of dollars, but my vet is the shelter's vet...), but in all likelihood he'd end up living in a cage the rest of his life, because he is not going to ever become someone's house cat. And I can't take a wild creature and have him put in a cage forever, even if the cage comes with regular food.
I feel like I'm betraying Cousin. He was full grown when he showed up - survived before, he'll survive again. The weather here isn't ever too bad, and we're by a small lake - there is lots of food for hunters. Our fat indoor/outdoor cat regularly brings us mice. It's an agricultural area. And he's now very filled out, thanks to 1-2 cans of Friskies every day, courtesy of yours truly.
I'm trying to wean him from regular food, but he was in a fight yesterday and I'm going to give him antibiotics ground up in his food for a week before we go to help him heal.
Then we're gone. His regular food is gone, and the little nook on the porch where he sometimes hangs out will be gone.
I'm glad I've helped him. But I feel so much guilt, and sadness. I remind myself that when we've traveled, I've just left as well, and he's survived just fine for the 5 or 10 days we've been gone. He always comes back within a day, doing his rounds.
Thanks for reading if you've gotten this far. I guess sometimes things just hurt, and can't be easily fixed.
I try to tell myself that wild creatures that have been rehabilitated are set back into the wild and must hunt to survive. Probably a stretch to link "Born Free" with my sweet little Cousin, but that's about the only thing that keeps me from weeping over this cat.
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