Who Really Runs the Store Here?Posted: May 17, 2009
Just as at home, if there’s a cat at a business, she’s the boss.
Miko (mee-ko), a very outgoing tan and white three-year-old, apparently makes the rules about cash register use at the H.J. Paul and Sons Agway on Glass Road in Robinson Township. It may be that humans can’t be trusted with money, but most likely she wanted to be the center of attention, and indeed she was. And she loves to be photographed.
Miko is also a professional greeter, and when no one is in the store she can be found outside the open garage door waiting for a customer to pull up so she can stand up and stretch, then stroll along the concrete deck as the customer walks to the front door, strategically arriving at the same time to be sure to get some pets and perhaps allow the customer to let her in the door.
She is a member of one of the world’s oldest professions—no, not that one, she’s a pest control agent, one of the first and most important things cats and humans worked together on…I was about to say it was one of the first things cats did for humans, but since we know the kitties were really doing it for themselves, we’ll call it a partnership—the cats ensured the food supply and the humans worshipped them as gods, which sounds fair.
See, if dogs had been as confident with just a touch of arrogance, if they had sniffed at the human’s offerings then walked away a bit and pondered the sunset, returning to accept the offering of the third or fourth morsel and giving just a bit of a nose rub instead of gobbling up every morsel they were offered and giving effusive, enthusiastic thanks, they could have become gods, too.
Miko takes the place of Pussy Willow, the plump and pleasant gray tabby who passed three years ago. Pussy Willow kind of reminded you of someone’s grandma, always a little smile and a greeting. When I first met Pussy Willow I worried about her welfare in the building and near the roads. Traffic is only busy during rush hour, and the road is a back road that leads to an office park, but it’s still to be concerned about. They are confined into the building overnight, but the doors are open all day. But she rarely crossed the road, and she probably kept the rodent population to a minimum, though it was difficult to think of her matronly figure running after a mouse among the stacks of deer feed and grass seed bags. More likely she’d make them sit on one stack of bags while she sat on another and read them a story (oh, no, I feel an illustrated story coming on).
The Agway still serves the small number of farms and livestock owners in the area, and a larger number of people like me who visit for bird seed, canning supplies, plants and seeds and talk about gardening and cats and the weather. When Pussy Willow died, one of the horse owners offered to bring a few of the kittens from her barn, of whom Miko is one.
The job can take its toll, and of the three original kittens, one disappeared. The original person brought more kittens. And they all needed to be fixed, but all too soon there were more kittens, then other people heard the Agway was taking kittens and there were kittens in cages and everyone needed to be fixed and most of them needed new homes.
The Agway doesn’t make much money, and the amount needed to get all these cats spayed and neutered was phenomenal, even just catching the little ones. When they took the older females in they were already expecting, and the extra cost of spaying while pregnant was more than they could pull together. And as much as they wanted to make sure all the unwanted kittens out there got good homes, they eventually had to tell people they should get their cats fixed, the Agway wasn’t taking any more kittens.
Many good-hearted souls in animal rescue, especially cat rescue, have experienced this, the early stages of Cat Hoarding. But, as with the Agway, when treated early, it’s completely curable. They found homes for all but three of the many kittens, keeping Miko and two others. Their own cats are spayed, neutered and microchipped through different programs, mostly Animal Birth Control (ABC), run through Animal Friends, and a local low-cost spay and neuter clinic. Many of the other kittens were spayed and neutered before adoption as well, especially since some of them stayed quite a while.
When cats—or dogs for that matter—are adopted from a shelter, they are already spayed and neutered and have all their initial veterinary care completed, even tiny kittens. It used to be that the shelter offered a certificate to come back for spay or neuter when the animal was six months old, but often enough people forgot or just didn’t follow through, or the animal was expecting already since cats can go into heat at four months if conditions are right. Now shelters spay and neuter when a cat has reached four pounds, long before six months, so no kitten leaves the shelter unfinished.
This has helped to reduce the population of unwanted kittens, but many litters are born to cats who’ve been passed down the line—someone’s cat has kittens and they give them away to whatever home they can find, then those cats don’t have the advantage of the shelter services for spaying and neutering and often the surgery isn’t done, or the cat “gets out” when she first goes into heat and people don’t realize how wily and determined a female in heat can be (there’s a reason they’ve become a metaphor), and suddenly there are 1,000 kittens among all the shelters in Pittsburgh by the middle of the summer. This crowds out older animals, and a shelter either closes its doors and people have to go elsewhere with their box of kittens, and often the mother who they no longer want, or the shelter takes in the little family, but at the cost of an older cat’s life who isn’t as “adoptable” as a kitten or two. Shelters don’t euthanize because they want to, but because they only have so much room and they are obligated to take that box of kittens.
I find it much easier to visit the Agway now that I don’t worry about spaying and neutering and homes for all those kittens. I was glad to give them the information on ABC and the spay and neuter clinic, and now they hand it out to their customers, many of whom have taken advantage of it, never having known anything like it was available, or that, even after a cat has conceived, she can still be spayed. Almost every one of families who adopted kittens came back with a report or photos or the cat itself, and every one who came to visit had gotten the cat spayed or neutered.
The experience helped teach all of us that we could be on the news one night with our 42 cats, even if we tried our best not to end up like that. And that there are people who just won’t get their cat fixed for whatever stupid reason they spit out, and you may lose a customer after a heated discussion about it. But there are also many others who appreciate the information you may give them, and they’ll pass it along in turn.
In Pittsburgh, dog licensing and leash laws have forced most owners to keep their dogs contained, and now the shelters rarely have puppies and many fewer dogs are euthanized to allow space for more dogs. That should be our goal for cats as well.