I have always lived “out in the country” and that being the case we have had more animals dumped off around us than I can remember. Thru the years we have had about every kind of medium and large size bred of dog, as well as cats of every stripe. Most of the time we never see who dumps them we just find them around our house looking for something to eat. I have no use for a person that turns a domesticated animal out and abandons them. Often times in our part of the country domesticated animals that get dumped will be attacked and killed by coyotes if they have no shelter they can find at night. Most times the animals are well groomed indicating their former owners had spent some money on them which indicates an animal that was intentionally purchased as a pet. I believe once the newness wears off and the owner has to clean up one to many messes from them they decide they can no longer be inconvenienced so they drive “out in the country” and dump them.
A few weeks ago I was sitting on the front porch talking on the phone in the dark with no lights on. It is pitch black around my house at night if the moon is not full and this night the moon was no where to be seen. I see a car approaching from the south and that seems unusual because there is just never much traffic on our road after 6-7 pm and now its like 10 pm. As I watch it I can tell it is slowing down like it will stop or maybe turn into my driveway. I got all excited because I first thought being a small car that it was going to be some teenagers bashing in mail boxes. This would be great to see because although the outward appearance of my mailbox is completely normal it is actually made of 1/2 and 5/8 think steel, however that was not their intention. As they come to a stop I see the passenger door open and a small image can be seen in the illumination from the dome light. Then I realize they just threw and animal out. I was immediately enraged. I screamed at the top of my voice as they closed the door “get your ass back here” but the drove off. I thought about jumping in the front door and grabbing the .22 henry mini bolt that I keep with bird shot and shooting their car but I know before I can they will be out of range so I make the split second decision to jump in my truck and run them down. Keep in mind no one in my house knows what is going on. I run through the house to the garage and jump in my truck. My son hears the door open and so he looks out his window to see me slide out of the driveway to chase after them. Well I catch them just up the street and flash my bright lights but they won’t stop. They then turned down the next road to the left but they don’t speed up much so I went around them and cut them off making them stop. As I get out the passenger opens the door and I can see its two women at which point I dropped my “tire knocker” back behind the seat and go approach the passenger. As I get up to her she starts to talk and I cut her off and tell her I don’t want to hear what she has to say but she needs to listen to what I have to say. I told her to tell me that they will not buy another animal to have as a pet again since they obviously can't take care of them and that I am sick of people like her who buy animals only to dump them a few weeks later. I explained to her to do everyone including the dumped animal a favor and have the decency to take them to the pound, and tell her about all the coyotes that we have that love to eat little domesticated animals. She finally begins to apologize and tell me they have seen my kids out playing many times and thought they would like to have it. I told her she could have had the decency to knock on my front door and ask. She then offers to come back to the house and get it. I tell her no and that I will take care of it myself.
As I pull back in the driveway I see my two oldest boys out in the yard with flash lights looking around. As I get out of the truck they ask me if I saw any kittens running around when I pulled in. I say no why and they tell me that my youngest son who saw me slide out of the driveway told my wife that he thought I ran off in the ditch so she came outside after I left and found a kitten that came up to her wanting to be picked up and they were looking to see if there was any others. Keep in mind no one knows what had just happened to me. I tell the boys to quit looking because there was only one and I saw it get thrown out. By the time I walk in the house said kitten is eating from the cat food bowl. I told my wife I guess the dumpers dumped that cat at the right place. Now we have stray cat number 5 at our house. Its the first male we have (and hopefully the last) so I named him Thomas.
He is a beautiful cat but this is not a real good picture;
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edited for my lysdexia.
