I love cats. I hate cats.
I've had eight or so of them over the course of my lifetime and each one was a delight for all of the reasons you cat lovers already know. But now, I'm a dog person. (Actually, I have always been a dog person as I have pretty much always had a dog.)
Dogs adopt a family. Cats adopt a place. A dog will travel thousands of miles to find its family. A cat will travel thousands of miles to find its home. George Carlin concluded the reason people love dogs so much is because they have eyebrows and they express their emotions through them just like people. I can see that.
I have always loved wildlife. I have always had a bird feeder and bird bath and squirrel feeder and I feed the raccoons and any other stray thing that comes along. My little piece of suburban property is home to a tree full of raccoons, an opossum, an armadillo and dozens of lizards and geckos, flocks of birds, a couple of beautiful corn snakes and who knows how many squirrels. I love that my yard is a beehive of wildlife activity. I have no lawn per se, it's very natural, so there's plenty of refuge and food for them.
Herein lies the rub. My neighbor's cat, Penguin, is constantly foraging in my yard. He's a great cat, always ready for a belly rub or a stroke of the tail. But, and this is a BIG but, he is constantly foraging in my yard and like all cats, he kills indiscriminately. If he isn't attacking the birds and squirrels who come to feed, he's attacking anything else that moves, including the anoles and geckos. I like my lizards and geckos. I don't need any pest control because they eat all of the roaches. Plus, they're beautiful and just fun to watch.
It's a known fact that feral and domestic cats kill millions of birds in this country alone, each year.
I love the cat. I hate the cat.
For the time being, my cat control is Skeeter, who is more than willing to clear the yard, and the entire neighborhood for that matter, of any wayward felines. He isn't any larger than the average cat himself so he can do them no real harm and it sure is fun to watch. Now, if I can only get the little knothead to come home when he's finished.