Today, one more time we are bidding for better future for the stray, abused, neglected cats; more of them found themselves on the streets, parks and markets as their parents choose their own and reconsider the list of the family to exclude the least of their brethren who have been so devotedly brighten their lives.
It will be a certain doom for these cats, once they breed and continue to increase in numbers. At times when food source is very limited, and help is far in between, competition will be deadly. Many of them, if they survive the curse of the pandemic, will sustain injury, crippled, afraid, and traumatized, enough for them to shun away when better days finally come.
So, although we don’t know how we will pay the vet who kindly and generously donate her Sunday to spay and neuter the cats (and with reduced price), we know that as painful as it will be for our depleted finances, we have to make the right choice.
The right choice would be spaying/neutering them before returning them to where they were. The right choice would be to train them to survive, even though they are the wrong cat in the wrong time at the wrong place.
The right choice would be training them, that no matter how hard things might be, they can be sure that at certain hour every day, they can always run to us when we come and visit to distribute food and medicine.
The right choice would be holding their hope, when all other are lost.