- In response to Chris Wilson's guest column, "Cute, cuddly, prolific on the prowl," July 23 edition of the Journal, pg. 7, posted July 11 on SanJuanJournal.com.
I am a feral kitty and wish to defend a feral's right to exist.
Perhaps we have hurt billions of regular species but that is nothing compared to the holocausts "we the people" perpetuated recently, i.e., on the Canadian Wild Geese. And I don't think we also should incur the death penalty just for existing.
May I present a few facts? The feral cat's life expectancy is only 3-5 years; therefore, to enhance that brief sojourn on earth, we do accept donations from the generous public.
And, yes, we do eat birds; I must, I do myself occasionally (but would do less if Monsanto would take its hands off cat food).
But I must say I have also seen humans eating birds (and quite frequently). Last Sunday, a friend of mine ate a duck, but because it arrived on a plate, that made it okay. My own benefactress eats chickens and from the racks displayed in the store; the numbers must be huge.
To offset these lapses, I do many favors for the person who adopted me. No mouse has been seen in our house since I arrived. DeCon has also disappeared, along with its additives. There is no fly. Even bugs have disappeared. I am almost as good as a vacuum cleaner, actually better. I don't have to be dumped out.
I polish the windows with my tongue so carefully that I hope this will make me a commodore in the Queen's Navy. In the interim, I also continue my role as a therapeutic comrade; I've advanced from a feral to a friend and now, favored pet.
And there are still birds out there—and they are singing.
And that is that from the feral cat. Thank you, Journal, for sharing my opinion.
Czarina/A former feral cat
P.S. It's 11:25 a.m. I would say more but I know your deadline is noon on Fridays. And I don't want to be in that line.
— Editor's note: The Journal, as a rule, does not publish anonymous letters, but this one prompted us to put a brief pause on that policy.