Acclimating

A few weeks back, a black and white cat appeared in our yard and took up residence behind the garage, near the compost pile. He’s neutered and acclimated to human beings, friendly, not feral by any means–but a hunter. I didn’t mind having him there to keep mice and voles out of the compost, but let’s face it: outdoor cats are a menace to wildlife. And we live in a semi-rural area of former fields and old barns, which certain unethical folks deem “good places” to drop off unwanted kitties.

We have kept cats as family companions for years, but over time have altered our feelings about cats being outside; our current pair stay indoors. Our previous cats have killed bats, birds, snakes, toads, cicadas, voles (okay, I have mixed feelings about the voles). This interloper has already killed a small garden snake and is harassing the wrens and a pair of nesting catbirds. After hearing a series of alarm calls from the catbirds, I caught him in the burning bush where they reside and gave him a dousing with the hose; but now he knows where they are and that he can climb up and reach them. I don’t see this ending well for the birds. We have several options here, one of which is to catch him–once he trusts us enough–and take him to a cat rescue center, though in our region the no-kill places are filled to the max already. Or we can catch him and adopt him, which means vet bills and the challenging period of introducing him to our cats, and then acclimating him to staying inside. Other options are less humane.

Cats are cats, and he merely does what cats do. I can’t blame him (though I want to!). The real problem, as usual, comes down to humans altering the environment and being careless about spay/neuter. Plus we could be more responsible cat owners: I have a friend who keeps her cats indoors during nesting season, for example. That’s a good start. It means becoming more “mindful”–by which I mean not doing so many things without even thinking first–and recognizing that even fairly small changes in habits can, cumulatively, make a difference.

Two simple examples. A second or two of thinking first, and caring a little, would have stopped dozens of cigarette-, firework-, and campfire-caused wildfires over the past decades. Would have meant fewer people killed or injured by humans driving while intoxicated. We have brains and can acclimate ourselves to using them by developing less harmful habits.

I hear many birds making their alarm cries this time of year when I take walks. Today, I saw a doe and heard her alarm noise, which sounds very like a person sneezing (she probably had a fawn hiding nearby). These creatures don’t believe my assurances that I am not a threat; I’m human. Inherently threatening.

3 comments on “Acclimating

  1. Patti's avatar Patti says:

    Cats were our son’s favorite animals even before he ever really met one in person, so even though my husband is allergic and gets easily annoyed by cat habits, we had them in the house for many years. Both our kids live in single-room situations and both share their space with two cats. We always kept them indoors – though our son and his wife have tried walking one of their cats on a leash and she seems to enjoy it.
    After reading your post, I remembered hearing that the platypus’ biggest threat in the wild is cats. Then I did a quick google search and saw a report that cats have helped bring about the extinction of 33 species!
    I used to feed birds in our back yard and was quite nerdy about it, looking at them through binoculars from inside the house. We have a neighborhood cat that was very interested in our yard and it would lie in wait near the bird feeders, hiding among the flowers. One day, just as I was bringing the binoculars to my eyes, the cat leaped up and grabbed a bird from the feeder – so I saw it very up close and personal. Slightly traumatizing. And a little funny. Wild Kingdom in my own back yard.
    I don’t feed the birds anymore. Turns out rats like bird feeders too and I don’t find them as entertaining.

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  2. That’s a hard call, about your stray. Since I’m late reading this: what did you choose?

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