I have rescued a lot of cats.
Some were feral. Some were abandoned. Some were shot. Some were abused.
I love the idea of a 'no kill' shelter, one that gives animals a last chance and cares for them even if they can't be adopted. Some cats are inevitably broken. I get that. I have one or two that, while they are my best buds, would not be compatible with the regular cat person. Shit happens. I get that.
I don't know what gives anyone the desire to do this.
If a cat is too sick to be a cat, please put it down. If you can't take care of it, give it to somebody else. Part of the responsibility of having a cat is knowing that, as you give them a good life, you also are responsible for a good death. Animals aren't for hoarding.
The reason I have so many (six) is that people owned to up their responsibilities. They stopped by my house, my job, and gave me some of the best cats I've ever had. Some didn't make it. Some did. I wish I could save every single cat, but I know that it's impossible. Knowing that, I still take them. If I don't, sometimes no one will.
A co-worker of mine gave up her cats to the local animal shelter after moving into a no-pet home, and every single one of them were put down. Why? They turned their ears back after being locked in a cage and handled by strangers.
Again, I get it. The shelter is probably over-crowded, underfunded. Volunteers rarely know cat behavior - hell, sometimes I don't get them.
That's not an excuse to euthanize.
Conclusion: Life, and its participants, suck.
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