Tag: Wildlife

  • Questions: Bruce, How Do You Afford to Feed All Those Cats?

    bethany feeding cats

    Joel asked:

    How do you afford to feed all those cats? Does the SPCA help out?

    First, we do not receive help feeding the cats from anyone, including the Humane Society. There are several non-kill cat shelters in our area, but they are over-capacity. So, for the past twenty years, we have fed every stray/feral cat that has frequented our backyard. We have also fed wandering indoor cats, raccoons, possums, skunks, deer, squirrels, and a plethora of birds, including hawks and woodpeckers.

    Second, we feel we have a moral duty to care for the “least of these.” We also have four inside cats that were once stay/feral cats. We have cared for countless animals — domesticated and wild — over the years. This year (so far), only one cat, Fluffy — a longhaired black cat –has had kittens. Two of her young’uns died not long after birth. Currently, we have a six-week-old black kitten hanging out with the big cats. The kitten should be weaned in about two weeks, though I noticed he/she was eating dry food today.

    Third, the Bible says that “where your treasure is, there will your heart be also.” We spent fifty years of our lives giving thousands of dollars to “God.” We learned that he had a poor rate of return. Many of us have discretionary income. We choose to spend this money in a variety of ways. I am not inclined to question how people spend their money. Each to their own, right? I remember when we bought our first new car. We have largely driven older cars, and in our early years, we drove automobiles best described as clunkers and rust buckets. I did all our repair work, which gave me plenty to do over the years. Now that I am a broken-down crippled man, I am forced to pay for mechanical services. I miss the days of leaning over the front of a car, working on it as my pants slide down, revealing the Grand Canyon. The good old days, I suppose.

    We have purchased four new cars over the past twenty years. Our latest vehicle is a 2020 Ford Edge, with 120,000 miles. We don’t plan to buy another new car, hoping this car will be our last one before we die. Of course that could quickly change if I get a hankering for another car, even though I can no longer drive. I drove for the last time in 2020. My nerve pain and reaction times are such that I am no longer a safe to driver.

    Bruce, you pivoted from cats to cars. What gives? Hang on, I’m planning to land this plane soon. 🙂 After we bought our first new car, I mentioned it on this site. Several readers decided to lecture me about the cost effectiveness of buying a new car; that we were being wasteful with our money. This angered me, but I said little. I learned long ago that one man’s junk is another man’s treasure. For my partner and I, having driven cars that embarrassed our kids when we picked them up for school, we were thrilled to own a car that wasn’t always a threat to break down or have a flat tire. Simply put, we bought new cars because we wanted to. Isn’t that the reason any of us do the things we do?

    We feed and care for cats because it is important for us to do so. If we don’t care for these abandoned animals, who will? It’s a matter of morality, for us. How could we in good conscience leave a cat (or cats) begging at our back door for food and water? We cannot and will not turn them away. In caring for cats and wildlife, we are teaching our grandchildren to be kind to animals, even spiders, snakes, and ants. Two weeks ago, I awoke to Bethany wanting to tell me what she proudly did a few moments before. Somehow, a snake slithered into our utility room. Instead of hollering DAD! Bethany picked the snake up and put it outside. Way to go girl, though I would like to have seen it to make sure it wasn’t poisonous.

    Yes, it requires a financial commitment from us to care for our backyard friends, but we are more than willing to pay for their feeding and care. It feels good to look out the back door as see “our” cats; happy and thriving, despite the assholes who left them to their own devices. If we had homeless humans camping in our yard, we would care for them too. You see, we may be godless, degenerate sinners, but we love and care for both animals and humans. No need for God. All one needs is kindness and compassion.

    Bruce Gerencser, 69, lives in rural Northwest Ohio with his wife of 48 years. He and his wife have six grown children and thirteen grandchildren. Bruce pastored Evangelical churches for twenty-five years in Ohio, Texas, and Michigan. Bruce left the ministry in 2005, and in 2008 he left Christianity. Bruce is now a humanist and an atheist.

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  • Beware of the Mouse

    mouse

    I lived on U.S. 30 east of Lima, Ohio in the late 1960s. Dad had hornswoggled someone into renting him a home with an option to buy after twelve months. For one year, the Gerencsers lived in a new tri-level home, complete with a brand-new Pontiac Bonneville convertible in the garage. Almost sixty years later, the house is showing its age, and seems small compared to what I envisioned as a child.

    Lots happened my fourth/fifth-grade year [we moved to Farmer halfway through my fifth grade year]:

    • My younger brother fell off his bike and knocked out his two front teeth.
    • My younger brother also closed his eyes when trying to catch a baseball, catching the ball with his nose. The fracture required surgery to repair.
    • My father embezzled $10,000 from the insurance company he worked for at the time.
    • Dad was investigated by the ATF for illegally selling firearms at gun shows.
    • Dad started having an affair with an unknown woman.
    • Mom tried to kill herself by driving the Bonneville into a truck.
    • Mom tried to kill herself by overdosing on prescription drugs.
    • Mom tried to kill herself by slitting her wrists. I came home from school and found her lying in a pool of blood.
    • I tripped over a kindergartner on the playground, driving a rock into my knee. This required five stitches to repair.

    That’s enough living for a ten-year-old boy. Not that anyone asked. I don’t ever remember a time when my parents asked my opinion about anything. Dad would come home and saying we were moving — end of discussion. As most kids from dysfunctional homes do, I learned to adapt. Sadly, growing up this way has made it hard for me to feel like I belonged. Every year or two, we moved to a new community. I hoped we would finally find a place to call home. That never happened The longest we lived in one community was two and a half years.

    Dad was rarely home, and Mom subscribed to “out of sight, out of mind” parenting. Out of sight meant “go outside and play. I’ll call you (holler) when it is time to eat.” I spent most daylight hours outside, as long as it was warm enough to do so. You know, more than 25 degrees. 🙂

    I was a country kid. I enjoyed wandering nearby fields and stands of trees. I had a love for wildlife, including hunting and fishing. One day, as I walked into the garage, I caught sight of a mouse scurrying out of the corner of the garage. I decided to “catch” the mouse. I spent ten minutes or so chasing the mouse around the garage. Eventually, I cornered him and bent over to pick him up. Just as my fingers touched the soft fur of the young mouse, he lunged forward and bit me. I howled, and off he ran, safe from that redheaded boy. I wouldn’t have hurt the mouse, but he didn’t know that. The mouse did what animals do when threatened: he fought back.

    This is a lesson I have never forgotten. I have passed it on to our six children and sixteen grandchildren. What was that lesson, you ask? “Don’t try to catch a mouse”? No, the important lesson to learn was this: When you corner an animal and give them no way out, they will defend themselves. Every year, scores of Americans die from being gored, trampled, or bitten by cornered animals. Is the animal to blame? Of course not. Animals do what animals do, and humans are no different.

    Currently, President Donald Trump is trying to bully various nation-states into submission. He uses tariffs, the Justice Department, Homeland Security, and military intervention to back people and nations into a corner, thinking they will give him what he wants — money and power. What this stupid man refuses to understand is that actions have consequences. So Trump continues to push people and nations until they snap, biting him on the hand. What did he expect would happen? I fear that he will one day push and push and push, to the point where an alleged “enemy” fears the loss of power and control or the loss of economic well-being. And when this happens, Trump shouldn’t be surprised if the proverbial mouse bites him on the hand. All of us are dangerous when we lose all hope. Push Iran into a corner, what do you think they will do? Say uncle? I doubt it.

    We live in dangerous times. It remains to be seen if we will survive the actions of the lunatic currently inhabiting the White House.

    Bruce Gerencser, 69, lives in rural Northwest Ohio with his wife of 48 years. He and his wife have six grown children and thirteen grandchildren. Bruce pastored Evangelical churches for twenty-five years in Ohio, Texas, and Michigan. Bruce left the ministry in 2005, and in 2008 he left Christianity. Bruce is now a humanist and an atheist.

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