My cats live to be 18 on the average, but a lot of them make it to 20 and more-outdoor cats don’t have lives that long-even if they do have nine of them...
But I, my next door neighbor and a couple of others got together, got traps and captured the feral cats one by one and took them to a local vet, who at a steep discount, sometimes even for free with coupons we got from the Humane Society, spayed and neutered them, gave them rabies shots, etc., and we got the most of the last litter of kittens adopted - problem solved. And my neighbor eventually befriended and tamed one of the feral cats and eventually he became an indoor only cat and was for a once feral cat, a very sweet kitty, very happy to become a fat and lazy house cat.
This however was not a feral cat. This was someones, from what I understand, an order couples very beloved pet cat, her neighbors cat. It is not clear to me whether Tigers owners allowed him to roam free or not or whether Tiger was a like a cat I once had - a door dasher even as he was strictly and had always been an indoor only cat, but evidently this cat had gone missing earlier that day so it doesnt sound to me like a cat that roamed for days on end.
And even if he was on Ms. Lindseys property and being a nuisance to her, especially considering she is (or was) a veterinarian, she could have talked to her neighbors about the problem before deciding to use Tiger for bow hunting target practice. And I also find it very hard to believe that she didnt know this was not a wild/feral cat.
And even if one is going to defend her and share her opinion that feral cats are nuisances that need to be culled/killed, she demonstrated IMO, a high degree of poor judgment and immaturity in posting and bragging about it on FB.
Her comment on the picture she posted: "My first bow kill, lol. The only good feral tomcat is one with an arrow through it's head! Vet of the year award ... Gladly accepted.", was bad enough (not to mention the poor grammar of using its when it should have been its) but then following up the criticism with "No I did not lose my job. Lol. Psshh. Like someone would get rid of me. Im awesome!" What? Is she a 12 year old girl or a college educated professional woman, a woman with a DMV? It sounds more to me like a young woman very impressed with herself, but now that shes out of a job, perhaps she is rethinking just how awesome she really is and I for one would never use her as my vet.
I adopted a stray cat, or more precisely she adopted me, an amazingly sweet and gentle female tabby that I think the people renting the house up the street abandoned when they suddenly moved out before being evicted and obviously she not a feral cat as night after night shed show up at my kitchen sliding glass door, meowing and begging for me to let her in, which I eventually did, at first much to the distress of our Husky, but after a time, they got to become good friends.
It turned out Zelda was pregnant and she had a litter of 3 kittens in my bedroom closet a few weeks later. I tried to get all 3 kittens adopted, but long story, I kept 2 of them along with the mom and I loved them so and the stories I could tell, especially about the scary smart and goofy male orange tabby who thought he was a Golden Retriever Willie the Wonder Cat . : ), And my cats were strictly indoor cats no way that I would let them out to get run over by a car or a snack for one of the foxes or tangle with one of the mean city raccoons and opossums which were a bigger problem that a few stray cats.
Some years after I was adopted by Zelda, after my divorce, I put my house in Baltimore up for sale. My realtor let me know when he or another real estate agent was showing the house to prospective buyers and if it was on a weekend or in the evening, I was expected to leave the house during the showing.
One Saturday afternoon there was a showing and I left, met a friend for some coffee, did some shopping but when I got home a few hours later I was horrified to find one of my cats Willie the Wonder Cat in my driveway, and he looked very confused absolutely terrified.
I had to chase Willie around the outside of the house and yard until I finally coxed him to come to me and got him inside. But when I got inside, my other two cats were nowhere to be found and I soon learned why.
The real estate agent, not my agent BTW, and whoever she was showing my house to, had left my kitchen sliding glass door wide open. I was needless to say irate beyond words not only because my other 2 strictly indoor cats were missing but because well DAMN! They left the door wide open and anyone could have come in and stolen stuff while I was gone. Fortunately I soon found Zelda hiding at the back of my one neighbors detached garage and Nonie in my other neighbors yard and got them in the house and thankfully no one, none of my neighbors had decided to kill them for the safety and betterment of the neighborhood / s
And yes, I called my real estate agent and told him what happened and told him that under no circumstances was he to allow that agent to show my house again and I filed a complaint against her with the local real estate board.