It suddenly occurred to me about six weeks ago. I was - as usual - missing my cat MaChree, who died last November. I was equally sure that I didn't want to get another cat. Somehow it came to my attention that there is a cat sancturay in Minden for
feral cats, and that volunteers were sorely needed. So I called Katherine Kidd, who oversees the Minden Cat Angels - and here I am now, volunteering once a week for two hours or so.
What a satisfying task! The man who built the sanctuary
on his farm has many other projects, and is overly grateful for those of us who turn up - usually once a week - to clean the litter boxes and refill food and water bowls. What is even more satisfying is that they are becoming more and more accustomed
to human presence and some no longer run away as quickly or stay away as long. If you go too close, they hiss, which makes me laugh. But they are not wild or violent, and have never fought among themselves, though there are 17 cats there presently, and not
in individual cages. I would not be able to stand that.
Sometimes, when I go alone and when the cleaning is finished, I will sit inside the cage and read aloud whatever book I am reading on Kindle, so they can get used to a human voice. Slowly, they
all creep out, as if listening!
These cats are spayed and given shots when they are captured. They are beautiful and healthy and engaging...reports are that once they are tamed, they become the most affectionate presences, as if they are grateful to
their owners beyond measure. Anyone interested?