Poor animals suffer so but I have adored kittens since I was a little girl. I finally had to start spaying and neutering because it was too hard to find good homes for them where you didn't feel confident they wouldn't be abused.
One year I had 17, a mama and babies got drywalled in while I was off helping with my aunt. Luckily one of my kids or the workman heard them and let them out.
Then I realized what I was turning into, those ladies you read about on the news. So I got down it down to two. Then one, and a stray came along, I adopted him. He's all I have inside now but for years the neighbor's cat prefers to eat on my porch.
It's a very strange and pretty black male cat, quite old now. He will wait until I bring the food out. I worry about him in winter but he has good susrival skills and I think they let him in.
I don't know why he likes it better on my porch. I do buy good quality dry food. What the cat doesn't eat, I saw a young coon finishing it off the other night. It scurried away when I got out of the car and headed for the porch. I had the light on and everything. The night before was a new cat from somewhere.
But I miss my years of so many adorable kittens.
I often scatter a bit of cat food on the porch for the raccoon that comes to dine, while cat sits inside the glass door to watch. Cat and coon observe one another with much interest, sniffing and smooching thru the glass.
For me, it’s better than TV.