Israel has many undergrounds; human traffiking and drug dealing are specialities of mafia activity. Stalking the streets in their own underground are the stray of cats of the country.
Living in the Jerusalem underground, the cats are dirty, viscious and unafraid. They stalk prey, eat what they can find, hiss and fight. These are not puppies and kittens up for adoption in the shelter… I reserve my pity because these animals have their system of life and live according to their own rules and I’m not about to break into a world I don’t know… It wouldn’t be fair to them and I’d probably just get bitten. Literally.
So I made a mistake today. I saw a baby, couldn’t be more than a few weeks old, lurking around the steps of my building, and my heart went out to him. I usually don’t do this, but I ran upstairs and brought him some turkey and milk.
The reason it isn’t fair, for any cat-lovers who think I’m horrible, is because these cats are born into the wild. It’s unfair, but to feed them repeatedly and coddle them when they are so young can damage their instincts to live and thrive in their system, to hone their skills for surviving in this cat underground.
Well, I fed and milked him. He’s most probably blind in one eye, as you can see below. I just hope I didn’t screw it up for him, but hopefully that one minute of coddle didn’t spoil him too much.
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