How long do domesticated cats live outdoors

livestock farming : Release the indoor cats!

They are everywhere in Berlin: indoor cats. Small, large, black, white, fluffy, smooth. Across all the city districts, they keep their masters company as furry roommates. And that's not good, it's bad.

Why? At first glance, Berliners seem to love their kittens dearly. Hours of petting, one-sided communication in baby language and plenty of food, sometimes even self-cooked, testify to this. But that is by no means an expression of love for animals. It's pure selfishness.

The basic idea was actually not a bad one. The taming of cats goes back to the Egyptians, who started doing it about 4,000 years ago. Cats were useful in fighting bugs and mice, and they were considered sacred. The death penalty could be imposed on killing a cat.

The Egyptians did not live in Berlin tenements, however. One can assume that their cats were free walkers, unlike those unfortunate animals in today's Berlin, who only get to know two rooms on the third floor of the fourth transverse building their entire life.

A predator is snatched from the wild and domesticated beyond recognition. Gives him mushy mush to eat and locks it in a cubicle that is far too small. To make matters worse, the poor animals are also castrated, often before they have even enjoyed the sexual act for a single time. By the way, animal welfare organizations like Peta have no objection to this. If you were to deal with people like this, Amnesty International would not be far.

The only thing left for the cat is to crouch on the window sill, gaze wistfully into the distance and twitch its lower jaw. Species-appropriate looks different. For that, the owner in ancient Egypt would have got a pat on the neck, if not worse.

Better three days in freedom than nine lives in captivity

Experts are divided on the subject of housing. Mostly this bad habit is considered harmless as long as the cats get enough variety and playful activity. I don't care - my personal experience tells me otherwise.

My parents' house has a large garden. Three cats have already lost their way there, they stayed voluntarily. They only ran into the house to see if there was fresh food or new leather furniture to sharpen their claws on. Then it went back out into freedom. The cats were only moderately fixated on my parents. You could say they were very faithless beasts. They left their original home behind to stay where there was better food and nicer furniture. That is exactly what freedom is.

“But without me, the animal would not be able to live at all!” The apologists now reply to this questionable practice. This is also the opinion of Stephen King's fictional character Misery, who first breaks the legs of her favorite writer in order to be able to lovingly care for him.

It has to be said clearly: people who keep indoor cats enslave animals for their personal amusement. I also do not allow the argument “But my cat is fine!” To pass. The fact that she sneaks up to you on the couch and rubs her head against your arm just means that you are her only social contact, the only occupation she has left. You don't know if she's okay. Animals cannot communicate with people. What is it called in the film "Life of Pi" about the tiger? "When you look him in the eye, you only see your own feelings."

Admittedly, the cat may still be better off in the two rooms on the third floor of the fourth transverse building than in an animal shelter. But locked up remains locked up. Even better, I am convinced, your cat would be fine in the wild. Finally let it go!

What if she was run over by a Land Rover outside? Then that's the way it is. Life is risk, and risk is the price one pays for freedom. Better three days in freedom than nine lives in captivity.

This text initially appeared as aRantin our printed Saturday supplementMore Berlin.

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