QUOTE(Somey @ Wed 20th January 2010, 12:42am)
QUOTE(Milton Roe @ Wed 20th January 2010, 1:22am)
Well, it's not just crazy old cat ladies. There's some of these people on Wikipedia.
If you simply replaced the word "animal" with "article" in the WP article on
Animal hoarding (T-H-L-K-D), you'd have yourself a completely valid WP article:
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Article hoarding involves keeping higher than usual numbers of articles as pets without having the ability to properly house or care for them, while at the same time denying this inability.
Exactly. Same disorder, different name. These are the people you see on Animal Cops. Animals "rescued" to straight to pound where they are euthanized.
Viewers pretend not to know this.
QUOTE(Somey)
My rule is that the number of cats should never exceed {square footage of home}/20, so if you live in a home with only 1,000 square feet, you should have no more than 5 cats, though personally I prefer to just have one, two at the most.
I have many, many more (exact number 5th ammendment
). Way outside zoning code However, they are diffused through the house, under the house, in the garage, about the yard under bushes and behind fences, and (in good weather) on roofs. Neighbors don't know they exist, except for the few that collect in the front yard at around the time I'm due home, waiting for homecoming treat (which serves as roll call).
It's not hoarding. It's just that after years of cat rescue, you tend to accumulate what one can politely term "clinkers" that are unadoptable. Feral cats. Cats with chronic nose discharge. The lame, the halt, the half-blind. The black. A cat with a cleft palate, one eye, and a sneer that is is damned ugly, and stinks of anaerobes. Sweet cat, though.
I'm saved by the fact that they're all spayed and neutered, so they don't proliferate. I know them all. They also get the best food and good vet care (I do most myself), so they're in good shape, save for the unfixable problems.
I've had most of them for years. In a quiet neighborhood with little traffic and no coyotes, they last and last, alas, alas.
They trigger and ride my Roomba. They bang the door when they want in. They come to me and demand me to turn on the sink. They make things move in the house like I have poletergeists. They ignore the dogs and the dogs ignore them.
They're mostly no problem save for hair and litterbox granules that Roomba takes care of. House is clean. Litter boxes are necessary both inside the house and out, but that's 20 minutes a day. Dry catfood bills are relatively small even with the best brands-- I spend the most money on canned food treats for roll call and the few cats with few teeth.
Waking up in the AM with four cats on you and as many on your spouse is a common experience during cold nights (where I am that's 40 F, enough to make southwestern wusspusses fluff up like porcupines). And these are the socialized ones.
I have a passion for plants, animals, biology. Coral reefs are heaven. Yard is jungle; wouldn't have it any other way.
The animal hoarders are sad. You can find 40-50 animals, in all kinds of poor shape. Blind, sometimes feral, disease ridden, sometimes malnourished, having kittens that die, pneumonia. House has so much ammonia your eyes water. Inbreeding problems. You do what you can, triage, Haitian style. But it's better than the pound would do, especially in these times.
Did you know they're a "hoarders' anonymous?" Volunteers, they go to hoarder homes, help, and ease the psych shock. Most of these hoarder people are NOT schizophrenic. The lady I talked to had been a banker, and is totally compos mentis. Located all her financial and loan documents, no probable, as easily as I would have. She just doen't "see" the problem. Or didn't until they foreclosed on her. She may beat the deadine yet, with a bit of help from a losely organized anarchic relief effort.