Don't stop by an animal shelter if you don't want this to happen.
We've always had a cat or two on our small farm. The first, Max, lived to be 15. Another cat, Marvin, lived to be 17. During those years, other cats came and went, including Mario. After Marvin and Mario died within a month of each other, our oldest son, Nowlan, asked us to keep his cat, Rin, while he lived in Europe for a year. We did and Nowlan came home to collect Rin, who now lives with him in North Carolina.
This fall, mice invaded our house (we caught five in 24 hours). But that's not the main reason I stopped by the animal shelter on Saturday. It just doesn't seem right not to have a cat, or two, around.
Meet Mickey and Mia. They are about two months old, undernourished, and of feral origin. I locked them in the bathroom to tame them, and I sit on the floor with them each morning and night. Within two days, Mickey (yellow) went from hissing to climbing over me and purring. Mia (gray) is more shy.
My husband, a vet, wishes I had let him select two tamer, healthier kittens, instead of these homeless shelter cats. But he'll come around.