The wild cat chase
Should probably say wild goose chase, but this is feral cat behavior. I suppose some people would consider me quite odd, should they learn how I spent the better part of my morning.
I heard a sad story involving 40 cats where a demented farmer supposedly opened up and shot almost every cat he had cornered in his barn. Then, as the story went, he threw the cats into bags, drove to a remote part of the mountain on a certain road and threw the cats over the cliffs. The person relaying the story to me said that at the time of the dump some of the cats were alive.
After I heard the story (last night) I had trouble sleeping. This morning, I convinced Mike to drive me along this remote stretch of land so that I could (using binoculars) try and find the dump spot. If I found it, I would have called the sheriff office.’
The area was vast, and though we traveled quite a distance, I didn’t see any massive pile of “garbage bags” no buzzards circling, no crow activity all that would key me to the dump spot. Finally we gave up and came home.
I pray that the story is untrue. I don’t know what type of individual would do such a thing, or maybe I do which is why I went on such a hopeless quest. I am unsure what I expected. I hoped, I guess, that I would find the pile and be able to help any cats caught up in such a horrible situation.