“An accidental shooting led police in New Hampshire to a house that was overrun with more than 70 cats,” ABC News reported on Friday, December 10, 2021.
The circumstances were a man went to an ER after shooting himself while cleaning a rifle, the hospital reported it to the police, they interviewed him at the hospital, then went to his house and found the cats. Most were in pretty good shape. He’d been feeding them.
A local animal shelter that just expanded its facility says “we are using every single inch of that new space to quarantine and isolate this very large volume of cats” until they can send them to new homes.
Read story here.
Look, I get cats. I’ve posted on this blog about them before (see article here). So did Dr. Steve Schwartz, the late founder of this blog (see posting here).
I don’t own a cat. One lives here, and another periodically drops by for food and a warm place to sleep out of the weather, but I didn’t adopt them. That’s not how it works. They adopted me. You probably know how this works. According to the law of the wild, “Feed me, and I’m yours.”
That’s how anybody would accumulate 6 dozen cats. They troll neighborhoods looking for soft-hearted fools, then they move in.
The social relations among 6 dozen cats living together in one house is another story altogether. I don’t have time to write about that today. All I’ll say is I have to keep the two cats that hang around my place separated, or they’ll go at it tooth and claw. The aggressor is constantly showing up with new scabs and scars. He deserves it.
Photo below: These cats all look alike, which makes me suspect they’re related and originally there were only two of them.
