The homeless hang out in my neighborhood.
Some are simply killing time out of the public eye until the Mission opens its doors at 4pm. Others find a quiet spot to hang out and drink.
Still others camp out here. At one of the empty buildings on our walk route, some homeless have set up camp.
Not all of the homeless are human. There are homeless cats in the area as well.
These three cats have all been seen hanging out in my yard. The dilute tortie on the roof has been around since I moved in. She has recently been TNR’d and has an ear tip. The ginger tom atop my car recently showed up and has been fighting the tuxie guy here for territorial rights. Those arguments get pretty heated, such as the one they got into on my neighbor’s roof on Thanksgiving Day.
There are at least two neighbors feeding and caring for these cats, and they are in good condition for the most part. Ginger there looks pretty rough, but that will probably change once he gets a few good meals in at Beth’s Diner.
I salute my neighbors’ efforts, but I do not assist them. I don’t feed the cats or the people. And while I don’t run the cats out of the yard, I don’t feel comfortable with them being there either. Rumpy is curious and tries to get close enough to sniff them; I’m afraid he’s going to end up with a scratched eye or infected nose. And I certainly don’t want him to do anything to one of the cats.
As for the homeless people, Rumpy hasn’t shown interest in befriending any of them, but he has growled at a few when they tried to approach us. Not a good sign when a Mallie doesn’t like you.
Live and let live is my motto in dealing with these poor creatures. And for the most part, that’s also their motto in dealing with me.