Feral Cats

 When I first came back to this tiny town to retire it was like a paradise. Almost.

We have undrinkable water. We have to use bottled water for anything we need to put inside our bodies. 

We also had feral cats. Thousands of them. They were all over this little town.

My son told me that they picked on his father's little dog. When they let the dog out the cats would surround him and not let him back into the house. My ex-husband would have to go out to rescue him.

I do not know where they all stayed. Often I saw them strolling through the yard or on the street. They seemed to be coming from the creek at the end of our street.

Several times we saw a man who lived a block away out sweeping his sidewalk. One day my son was on his way to the post office and saw the man running into his house. The cats had become aggressive with him. He had to escape because he could not fend them off.

After about two years I noticed that almost all the cats were gone. I have no idea where they went.

I like to think there was a cat Pied Piper who lured them to a waiting vehicle to be transported to families who would love them. Realistically they probably used some sort of poison.

Every once in a while I see a kitty wandering around town. But not the huge numbers there were.