To say that I am exhausted and heartsick and furious about the ever-worsening crisis of stray, feral, abandoned, and free-roaming cats and kittens in the United States would be a vast understatement. We are so far beyond the breaking point in this country where cats and their welfare is concerned, and we need to stop pretending we can TNR and adopt our way out of it. The "no kill" movement is a miserable failure that has shifted the burden of managing unwanted pets onto a general public that is not prepared to shoulder it, thereby increasing abandonment, and TNR is a band aid on a bullet wound that ultimately still leads to cats suffering and dying on a mind boggling scale (not to mention the environmental impact).
I don't know what the answer is, but I know at least part of it is something no one wants to talk about: the prospect of resuming shelter euthanasia as a form of population control, because there ARE fates far worse than never waking up, and I watch cats suffer them every single day. I also think we need a massive cultural shift and the legislation and funding to support it: widespread, affordable, accessible spay and neuter; spay abort for every shelter and rescue intake; penalties for abandonment; restrictions on free roaming animals; restrictions on intact cats; regulation of rescue organizations to discourage warehousing and hoarding, etc.
I don't see any of that happening with the current direction of rescue culture or cat ownership culture in the US. In fact, I bet a fair number of people reading this post will think I am monstrous and come after me in the comments (spoiler alert: I'm not responding) for daring to suggest solutions like spay abort and euthanasia for population control. I don't care. If you have a better solution than I've arrived after decades in rescue, then by all means, I will pass you the torch and you can start your new organization with this kitten for your first intake, because I'm supposed to be closed. But how could I look at an abandoned animal in obvious danger and say, "Sorry, kid, I'm out of the game?"
This tiny kitten was screaming on the curb near my workplace at 9pm last night, its sibling dead in the road a few yards away. He is friendly and affectionate, so not born to a feral mom; someone dumped them there. He is so flea covered he is anemic. I have no idea what I'm going to do with him, because I still have 4 kittens (who are now cats) from last year that proved impossible to place, and our local shelters and rescues are turning away intakes because they are out of space. If I try to surrender him, they'll offer the same "solution" they do the general public: TNR. Then he'll be back out in the elements getting parasitized to death and at risk of being hit by a car or torn apart by roaming dogs (which are also a big problem here). The colony cats in my town are lucky to make it a year even when they are being "managed."
The tone of this post is more negative and more blunt than I would usually dare to post on Tumblr, but I think a dose of raw reality is needed from time to time. I am going to do everything I can to get this animal into a safe placement, but wish us luck, because we'll both need it.