honestly, as someone who’s cared for a LOT of cats, indoor cats are very often unwittingly maltreated, bored, and low key traumatised from too little space and insufficient nutrition. I wouldn’t tell anyone NOT to keep an indoor cat, but I would honestly suggest you research the other side of the fence and it’s benefits. Trapping a cat inside because you’re scared of it being hurt is very selfish, they deserve to live full and free lives
I’m sorry, but you’re wrong – and please be aware, you’re following a blog with indoor cats.
though cats are less work than dogs, they still require WORK. like maintaining a mentally stimulating environment with proper nutrition (not sure why not eating local wildlife = malnourishment?)
I think the root of the problem is that your language (”trapping”, “free lives”) is anthropomorphic. which is compassionate, but PLEASE understand that a genuine understanding of their needs will benefit cats more than blind compassion.
rather than go on & on, I’ll link to ppl more eloquent than me with helpful studies, as well as rare instances where outdoors cats are alright:
I would like to show the many examples of the traumatic life my non free roaming cat faces.
Here she is suffering in her own personal sandbox filled with toys.
Here is in one of her four horrible, cruel harnesses.
Here she on a weekend getaway to Cape May. This is an awful place called Higbee Beach. It was very hard for her having to be on a leash, She was very upset, as you can see here.
Here she is sunbathing on a rock overlooking a bay. Cats hate sunbathing!
We also have tortured her by keeping her safe while hiking in a state park.
Lastly, here she is tied to her stroller on a Sherpa blanket in a 3 layer sweater hand made sweater.
I would like to apologize. I see the traumatized life my indoor cat is living. She has very little space, her cat food only costs me $3 a can, and shes clearly dying of boredom. Please someone save her from this agony. My selfishness will be the end of both of us!!!!!
TUMBLR CAN WE JUST TAKE A MOMENT TO TALK ABOUT HOW THERE IS A GIANT TERRESTRIAL HERMIT CRAB THAT EATS NUTS AND FRUITS, HAS LUNGS, GETS HUGE, AND GENERALLY DOESN’T BOTHER NOBODY?
Honestly, I was cracking up when this photo was taken, because it’s just so ridiculous.
There was a ramp, but it was VERY well camouflaged. And when I did finally get in, there were these awful thick carpets that were next to impossible to wheel over.
Basically, no one thought this through.
this photo explains how society is towards disabled people so well
in my experience with the three (3) i went to in the surrounding area it was. uh. you know when you step into a place and there’s nothing immediately noticeably wrong but you can just Feel that this is a Bad Space? like the kind of space where if you catch a glimpse of your mother walking down an aisle and turning a corner you know it’s a demonic trick and if you follow her it’ll lead you down a path to a dark space you can’t return from?
or you go in with your friend who’s right next to you but you get a text from them saying “hey i’m in the shoe aisle, you should come here” and you know it’s a trap from the devil? like other things:
only half of the dim, washed out, often flickering fluorescent lights were lit at any given time, usually only every-other set, leaving these valleys of darkness that made entire aisles inaccessible for fear of shadow people latching on to your soul like a dark passenger.
entire sections were just Empty. empty shelves with no product, never any employees filling them up, no boxes waiting to be unpacked, no signs saying what should be there.
no employees at all actually? wandering around the store even though the parking lots were full and you walked in with a group of 20 or so felt so lonely. you could walk the whole place and it was dead silent and the only other “people” around always were several aisles away with their back turned, unmoving. there was always only one cashier and there was never anyone in her line.
there was never any music on or announcements played? another place that does this are all the dollar trees in my area and it gives me anxiety. i feel like i’m being hunted, like i have to hold my breath and listen for the footsteps of beasts in other aisles.
the fitting rooms had a strange, dark energy to them. it felt like if you ever used them, whatever universe you closed the door on would not be the same one you stepped out into when you were done. the washrooms also contained this same dark energy.
passing the employees-only doors felt like wandering too close to a bears den. the glass windows never showed anything going on back there, no racks of product, no employees milling around. it was just pitch black, complete darkness. a hungry void.
leaving a target was the same disorienting feeling as leaving a dark theatre and exiting into the light. sound and colour and feeling rush back in. you feel like you can breathe again. a weight is lifted from your shoulders. you can’t remember any of the time you spent inside the target.
it is my sincere belief that the targets in canada never existed. the storefronts were put up, yes, but the stores themselves were vast empty caverns filled with dark dreams and sinister interlopers. passing through the automatic doors was meant to teleport us to the nearest american location, but something went wrong and we entered an unnatural zone halfway between the upside down and whatever it was that happened in the langoliers.
Yeah, this description is definitely Kmart, not Target. I can’t remember if there’s music in US Target stores, but it’s never had that desolate feeling that Walmart sometimes gives me.
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