Grappling

I am still grappling with the moral issues of bringing kitties to the shelter. God knows I've brought a few in the past, and I know I will in the future, but for today I really struggle with the issues surrounding it. Sometimes though, like this morning, when I see a cat come out of an abandoned house, through bars on the basement punched out window, and I see their faces, one a black, one a grey, and both look so sad and miserable. They have no visible signs of trauma, so what do I do with them? I know I have decreased the population in some spots of my morning journey, that is evident especially where Benny was. There used to be eight cats over the summer and fall, now I see only one, in the dark. The food bowl is always empty there so I know there is more than one. But not many. On the other hand, Hayward Avenue is still overpopulated. I saw 5 cats there this morning, the most I've seen since last winter. Sweet Red has turned semi-feral and looks like a wreck. And there are others I've never seen. They were all there eating when I placed the food down. So, I still grapple with the decision to bring them to shelters. I just wish there were enough people to take in a cat or two. Rescue cats bring such joy, and give so much love. On another somewhat happier note, Olivia, one of the kitties I rescued that was pregnant delivered six babies at 4 am. yesterday morning. Here is a picture of her and her babies later. Mommy and babies are all doing fine.