Now, these kittens don't have anywhere to be (apparently) but under our deck. We had a party and they've invaded big-time, with their adolescent parents diving into the trash cans for chicken bones and scraps of burger bun. I'm worried about them carrying pests, getting sick, and worse - producing more kittens.
There's a place in Santa Cruz that will do low-cost altering of feral cats, but they have to be trapped first and apparently we'd have to do the trapping - but we'd be on the hook for $25/cat. That's currently $225 (six babies and three adolescents) spent on cats I don't want or like. Not to mention that we just bought a house - we don't have two pennies to rub together right now, let alone that much money to fix cats that aren't ours.
Here's the ethical dilemma - I could just call the humane society, have them all picked up, and be pretty damn confident that they will be picked up, placed up for adoption (possibly) for a few days, and then put to sleep. This is no skin off my nose whatsoever. On the other hand, just because I don't like cats doesn't mean I think they have to die. That's not right either.
I'm at a loss, here, people. I need Wilford Brimley BAD. I need to know the right thing to do AND a way to do it.
