I've been noticing a black and white cat hanging out in the garden lately. It doesn't stick around when I come out, but it will run away, and sometime's I've seen it out the window. Seeing the cat now makes me feel a little guilty.
I had cats visiting the garden when we first moved here 12-13 years ago. I remember surprising a cat just at the moment of catching and killing a chipmunk. At that time, I tried to keep them out, mainly because of what they left behind. I remember a variety of things, including moth balls, designed to keep the cats at least away from the plants.
Now I see the cat and I think: "Good. That will keep the rabbits, squirrels and birds away."
I don't feel guilty about the rabbits and squirrels. They deserve being chased away by the cats. But then I caught myself hoping the cat would keep away the bird that feed on the blueberries. Nothing else has worked, but maybe the cat will do the job.
And that's why I feel guilty. Because cats kill birds. And I don't want to support that. I just want some way to be able to eat the blueberries that I grow.
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