One of my few neighbors at the house in Pennsylvania called today. He feeds the five feral cats that live on that property when I'm not up there, and today he called with bad news.
One of the cats, one called "Schizo" is dying.
I don't know who named him and I don't know why they called him that.
My neighbor told me he started losing weight over the past week. A lot of weight. Apparently he's mere skin and bones at this point even though he's been eating.
The cat is so weak, he's curled up in a little cat house on the front porch. My mom had it constructed years ago before she died, and my neighbor says the cat can't even get up to walk out.
My neighbor put some rags/towels in over him to try to keep him warm, but told me the cat is probably going to be dead by tomorrow.
It was just a week or two ago I was up in PA, looking at those cats running around on the front lawn. I have no idea how old any of them are, other than the fact they were there before my mom died in November of 2021. I recall wondering to myself how long they would live.
Today, I found out.
I'm down in New Jersey and I have absolutely no intention whatsoever to drive the 150 miles up there to be involved with this.
I was never close to those cats. I continued to feed them only because my mom had done so for years before she died. I wasn't going to simply stop feeding them, but I needed a neighbor to help because I'm not up there a lot. I am certainly not going to run up there to take the cat to a vet and start spending money on any of them.
Nature will take its course, likely tonight, and then I suspect my neighbor will bury it somewhere on the property as has been done with other cats/dogs when they passed.
