When we first moved here there were eleven strays in the neighborhood, put outside to live after the joy of having a pet wore off, or the survivors of unexpected litters dropped off at the foot of the mountain to fend for themselves.
One of the females had a litter, bringing the total up to seventeen; many of them didn’t survive, but then another litter.
Some of the older ones died, so the total population hovered just below twenty.
A few of the older women in the neighborhood, the ‘cat ladies’, would feed them every day and my wife joined the group.
They told her they’d been doing this for years but since the population kept growing it was getting difficult to keep up wit he expense on fixed incomes.
We bought a ‘have-a-heart’ trap, caught the cats one by one and had them spayed by a local veterinarian who offers volume discounts.
- I don’t know if it’s done elsewhere, but when strays are spayed, on of the ears are notched so they can be identified as such. -
So, we were able to control the population and took care of the bunch until each passed away.
When a new cat would join the group, we’d catch it and have it spayed.
And that no joke about the wild boars!
Where there’s a mountain, you’re bound to find them here.
Most of the time they’re more scared of you that you are of them, unless they’re hungry or with their young.
On all of the local bulletin boards in our neighborhood there are ‘Don’t feed the boars!’ and ‘What to do if you encounter a wild boar’ posters.
wow, just wanted to go to sleep (it is 2.30 in the morning) when this thread caught my eyes.
amazing stories!
our tomcat "taxi" came to us at the age of 4 days. some bedouin kids here had taken him from his mother and given him to an australian girl as a "present". she was shocked and wanted to put him to sleep, because she had to leave next day and thought he wouldnt have a chance.
we adopted him and from that day i took him with me to work (counter chick in a divecenter) i was selling divecourses to tourists and had him under my desk all the time. every 2 hours he would wake up and cry for food. as soon as the costumers saw him, they suddenly forgot all about the diving and taxi had all the attention.
luckily he made it and in june he will be 4 years old. he is a very spoiled and cheeky cat and does what he likes, he goes out in the street with us and follows like a dog. all our friends think he is the coolest cat alive. he grew up with dogs and isnt scared, just a few weeks ago, he nearly gave me a heart attack when i saw him in the street face to face with a huge rottweiler. this took a few seconds, then taxi decided to rub his head against the rottweilers face. the rottweiler got scared and ran off!
seeing the situation of all the street dogs and cats here, brought back my childhood dream of being a vet. i have helped a lot of animals with minor issues and even assisted some volunteer vets in surgeries before.