I guess I'm just a product of my upbringing. Animals were 'service animals' when I was growing up. We had a dog (rat terrier) who was allowed to be in the house as she was a 'watch dog' in case anyone came to the door. When you lived on a farm you never knew who might be stopping by for any number of reasons. Penny (the dog) wouldn't let anyone in the door unless instructed to. She was also an excellent 'critter intruder' sentinel. She could take out an opossum or raccoon faster than any dog I've ever seen.
We also had about 15 cats.....all outside. They took care of the rodent problems around the barn. They got fed once a day (there was always water available in any number of places back then). They ate dog food mixed with table scraps and seemed to not mind one bit. In the winter time the number of cats would drop due to some wandering off for warmer places or they would be unsuccessful in their attempts to cross the road. But, come spring, the numbers would sky rocket again, either from births or people dropping their animals off in the country because they were tired of them.
So, when our girls wanted to get a pet cat (after I had to put down my beloved boxer/retriever, BC) I said, "fine, as long as it/they live in the garage". Well, within a month one of the two cats we got made the unsuccessful stroll across the street so the other cat instantly became a house cat....and we had him for 17 years. When I had to make the decision to have him put down our youngest daughter was 23 and living out of the house. Because I took Skeeter to the vet without her (I couldn't deal with the deed as well as HER drama crying.....), I've been known as the Cat Murderer ever since. ((sigh))
We also had about 15 cats.....all outside. They took care of the rodent problems around the barn. They got fed once a day (there was always water available in any number of places back then). They ate dog food mixed with table scraps and seemed to not mind one bit. In the winter time the number of cats would drop due to some wandering off for warmer places or they would be unsuccessful in their attempts to cross the road. But, come spring, the numbers would sky rocket again, either from births or people dropping their animals off in the country because they were tired of them.
So, when our girls wanted to get a pet cat (after I had to put down my beloved boxer/retriever, BC) I said, "fine, as long as it/they live in the garage". Well, within a month one of the two cats we got made the unsuccessful stroll across the street so the other cat instantly became a house cat....and we had him for 17 years. When I had to make the decision to have him put down our youngest daughter was 23 and living out of the house. Because I took Skeeter to the vet without her (I couldn't deal with the deed as well as HER drama crying.....), I've been known as the Cat Murderer ever since. ((sigh))