Highspeed wrote:
I don't want to be argumentative but everything in nature that walks, crawls or flies shits on your property Greg, not just cats. Cat shit is unpleasant and carries parasites which can be harmful to humans, especially little humans, but then pigeon shit is a major source of salmonella infection. You obviously have to make your own risk assessment and deal with it however you think fit, as is your privilege as a free man.
Oh I understand perfectly, not really arguing... and it really is a matter of perspective. What's no big deal to someone can be a real problem to someone else. And you can't be safe from everything, you can't control everything- but you have to look out for yourself and your own where you can.
My own personal position is that I love my cats and if anyone screws with them for any reason whatsoever then bad things will happen. It's not logical or defensible, but that is how it is. Me and my furry little homies are a tight crew

I'm right with you on that one. I've always loved cats, and for the most part they like me.

I know what the dangers an indoor-outdoor cat faces around here are- it's a rough neighborhood. I (well I don't have one right now, but when I did) love cat(s) too much to want to subject them to that- I'd rather they stay cozy, healthy, happy and
alive for a long time. I've got some stories along those lines....
Last place I lived was a garden apartment complex. There was an indoor-outdoor kitty I interacted with a lot and got kind of attached to. I called her "neighbor kitty". I saw her whenever she came and went. For whatever reason, she *really* liked me. She would occasionally try to follow me into my car or even my apartment, to look around but mainly to keep getting more rubbing. It was very sad when neighbor kitty disappeared. And no, her owner didn't move away.
A number of years back, when I was in college and living with my mother summers.... one summer a feral/stray cat decided to make friends with me. (Chris will understand, I was in Plymouth MA with no job that summer and no car. I was BORED and spent a lot of time at home, when I wasn't cadging some money to hop the P&B into Boston.) She was SWEET. She even won my mother over (NOT easy) but still I got shot down when I asked to adopt her. We talked our neighbor, who wanted a cat, into adopting her. The neighbor, well she didn't want to turn our little stray friend (I called her "Pirate") into an indoor-only cat, said it was too confining. Shortly thereafter Pirate was hit and killed by a car. We lived on a local arterial road, it really was only a matter of time. (Bloody Rt 3A, for those who know the area.)
Letting your cat out is STUPID, especially if you actually care about the animal.
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