Yeah that can be a valid context from my POV, especially in a farm or sth similar.
But at least in my country the majority of outside cats are in suburbs or similar family homes with no agriculture around that is threatened by vermin.
On the other hand now I am wondering on the efficiency of cats as pest control.
i’m in a multifamily home right on the edge of suburbia/agriculture. our cats are still pest control (the weeks the fields get sprayed we are overrun with mice and rats. folk who have indoor cats didn’t have to deal with it indoors, just the attics and garages, and a few years later everyone had cats. ours don’t catch anything but bugs, but just their scent keeps the rodents away. also the frogs thank the gods that was a year when a frog moved in. tiny fucker was so loud and we couldn’t find him. ended up being the size of a dime. we had to make our indoor/outdoor mouser (we didn’t know 20 years ago, also were more rural) go hang out near where the frog was but the damn racket even scared off our cat at first)
when the cats don’t work as pest control, we have to start using poisons and shit (the cats are better than traps. usually better than traps well okay i got another story i was in the hospital for one of the big ones and so my parents were only visiting home to bathe and maybe sleep a little (i’ve convinced them they don’t have to sleep in my hospital room at this point thankfully). I’m young and my home is not well established outside my parents and i’m using theirs as a base to recoup and recover. Joffrey, a black tuxedo kitty and my soulcat, has been staring at this part of the roof and we can’t tell if something’s actually up or the cat’s just trying to get us to look so she can pounce on us. so my mother thinks she sees a snake fall off the roof from where the cat’s been staring, and she thinks that’s weird and that she probably saw something wrong and so she goes and grabs a trap. heads off to the hospital for four or five hours, comes home to sleep. when she gets home she hears a delighted MROWR and Joffrey trots in dragging a dead rat whose body is half the size of hers and whose tail is so fucking long. in a rat trap. all as if to say “LOOK WHAT I DID GRAMMA!” now i should mention my father has a mortal phobia of rodents, which means my cat was really playing a fun game with my parents while i was being parted out at the sausage factory.
Yeah that can be a valid context from my POV, especially in a farm or sth similar.
But at least in my country the majority of outside cats are in suburbs or similar family homes with no agriculture around that is threatened by vermin.
On the other hand now I am wondering on the efficiency of cats as pest control.
i’m in a multifamily home right on the edge of suburbia/agriculture. our cats are still pest control (the weeks the fields get sprayed we are overrun with mice and rats. folk who have indoor cats didn’t have to deal with it indoors, just the attics and garages, and a few years later everyone had cats. ours don’t catch anything but bugs, but just their scent keeps the rodents away. also the frogs thank the gods that was a year when a frog moved in. tiny fucker was so loud and we couldn’t find him. ended up being the size of a dime. we had to make our indoor/outdoor mouser (we didn’t know 20 years ago, also were more rural) go hang out near where the frog was but the damn racket even scared off our cat at first)
when the cats don’t work as pest control, we have to start using poisons and shit (the cats are better than traps. usually better than traps well okay i got another story i was in the hospital for one of the big ones and so my parents were only visiting home to bathe and maybe sleep a little (i’ve convinced them they don’t have to sleep in my hospital room at this point thankfully). I’m young and my home is not well established outside my parents and i’m using theirs as a base to recoup and recover. Joffrey, a black tuxedo kitty and my soulcat, has been staring at this part of the roof and we can’t tell if something’s actually up or the cat’s just trying to get us to look so she can pounce on us. so my mother thinks she sees a snake fall off the roof from where the cat’s been staring, and she thinks that’s weird and that she probably saw something wrong and so she goes and grabs a trap. heads off to the hospital for four or five hours, comes home to sleep. when she gets home she hears a delighted MROWR and Joffrey trots in dragging a dead rat whose body is half the size of hers and whose tail is so fucking long. in a rat trap. all as if to say “LOOK WHAT I DID GRAMMA!” now i should mention my father has a mortal phobia of rodents, which means my cat was really playing a fun game with my parents while i was being parted out at the sausage factory.
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