GregoryT

Fom November through February, I trapped at a terribly overrun slum which was scheduled for demolition. I captured, neutered and in this case, due to the danger of the location to the cats, relocated so many cats I lost count. Some of the cats were even adoptable. the results were far greater than I ever expected.

I moved this year and was able to find others willing to continue the work in the area. I wouldn’t consider it an exaggeration, due to the prolific nature of cats, to say that I, with the help of the organization that provides the neuters and spays, have likely prevented over a thousand births for this year alone due to my direct efforts. Add this to the efforts of the many others in the field, and the suffering of millions of homeless animals has been mitigated or prevented altogehter. It only takes a few people here and there to solve the problem. Anyone who cares enough can do this.

I brought the trash dumpster into my bedroom. It is remarkable how quickly one can fill it when it is right there. I had so many things around that were completely useless—-old papers, unopened mail, just plain junk. There weren’t any gut-wrenching decisions, no parting with things I love, just the junk.

Next on the list are the useful things I don’t need. There is a veteran’s charity shop on my way to work, a number of things need to find their way there.

Large, plastic bins have helped immensely with the things I need, but don’t use daily. I just need to commit to moving them from one side of the closet to the other every six months, unpacking each container, purgng it and packing it again, just to be sure that I really need the things I am storing away. I don’t want the bins to become my next bugaboo.

The problem is that I am supposed to sign on to other’s madness. I cannot and will not become complacent toward proud ignorance. But rather than trying to explain or educate, in the future I will just stop talking, stop listening, turn around and walk away.