I gritted my teeth and told her that the bird needed antibiotics if it had been in the cat’s mouth at all. When I got the little warbler, her left wing was all but ripped off at the wrist.
“Ma’am, imagine that your hand has almost been severed at the wrist and someone just stuck you in a room.”
“Well, I mean treat it, of course.”
“Ma’am, there is no treatment for this. This bird will never fly again, and if I attempted treatment, all I’d be doing is prolonging her agony.”
“Well, what will you do, just put it somewhere until it dies?”
“No ma’am, I’ll end her suffering as soon as I get her home. This is what happens when cats are allowed outdoors. It’s safer for your cat and the wildlife in your yard if your cat stays indoors.”
“Well, I hate you can’t help the poor bird.”
Notice there’s no expressed remorse that the cat she carelessly allowed outdoors maimed this poor bird to the point that it required euthanasia.
Folks, I have cats. I love my cats. And because I love my cats, they remain indoors, safe from predators, traffic, parasites and lousy weather. And because my cats are indoors, the only predators my wildlife faces are those they’d encounter in the wild—natural predators, such as owls and hawks.
I cannot stress it enough: CATS BELONG INSIDE. It’s safer for them, and it’s damn sure safer for wildlife.
Shortly after this warbler's needless death, a game warden from several counties south of me called with an injured osprey. This poor bird looks to’ve lost a battle with a bald eagle. He’s ripped open from his neck to just above his shoulder.