tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6986655403471344746.post2667358114813652610..comments2023-09-09T03:52:35.353-07:00Comments on On the Urban Farm: Pardoned! Emily Cromerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14406458288104988727noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6986655403471344746.post-11708612525106716462014-01-19T09:03:48.310-08:002014-01-19T09:03:48.310-08:00These decisions are always so hard, and we do tend...These decisions are always so hard, and we do tend to let guilt guide as at times. You made the perfect choice for him. I agree; we do so much for them, but we do have to draw a line somewhere, and cat urine in the house is where I draw mine. When I lived in the wilderness, someone dropped a cat off--up on the mountain, in a snowy winter. Idiots. I fed him until I could touch him, and would have brought him inside, but the few times I tried, he just peed everywhere. So I put him a carrier, took him down the mountain, had him neutered + vaccinations, then brought him right back up. He's still living on the mountain, though at a lower elevation. Friends see him often, other neighbors feed him (though he is a great hunter, and there are plenty of mice and rats for him). We can't cuddle everyone!S Kay Murphyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09631953082915369422noreply@blogger.com