MetroWest Humane Society, Inc.

Semi-Feral Cats

Semi-Feral Cats – The Forgotten Cats

Several of the MWHS shelter cats are semi-feral. These cats are born outside, and not having human contact, are very shy initially. With lots of love and patience, a semi-feral cat can become a loyal, devoted pet.

Semi-feral cats at the shelter have been socialized to varying degrees. Some will take baby food (meat variety) treats from your finger; others will let you pet them; some you cannot touch because they have not yet learned to trust. They are not aggressive, just frightened.

Semi-feral cats generally love the company of other cats, and therefore, make great companion animals.

Please keep in mind that semi-feral cats do not make good pets for households with young children, as they are easily frightened. Please come visit the MWHS shelter during adoption hours to learn about these “forgotten” cats

Socializing Feral Cats

Socializing a feral animal can be a difficult but very rewarding experience, and the outcome will have a lot to do with how old the animal is, how feral the animal is, and your personality and patience level. The hardest cat to socialize is an older, totally feral animal. This type of animal has spent a long time in the wild and will be very wary of ever accepting human contact. However, if you can socialize a totally feral cat, that cat will likely develop a deeply devoted bond with you. Mohammed Ali

Tips for Socializing Feral Cats

Who Will Find Them, I Hid Them So Well

This poem is about a mother cat that has just given birth in an old mill. She tells you, in her own words, of her constant struggle to feed and defend her kittens. One night, while she is out searching for food, she is hit by a car. During her last minutes, she wonders who will find her kittens, they are hidden so well.

"Who Will Find Them, I Hid Them So Well"
by Mary Lee Harrington


I didn’t ask that they be born. I didn’t ask that they have life; All I asked was to be spayed, to cut this cycle of endless strife. I’ve often dreamed of having a home and a friend, but mostly a name; And I waited and waited, but no one ever came. So I birthed another litter in this old abandoned mill, Where the walls are still crumbling and the floor slowly starts to fill. But it’s where I call home, though my bed is on the ground, It’s where night predators are lurking; I can’t let them be found. So I’ll move them again, higher up, a new place I must seek, And I’ll carry each one though my legs feel so weak. They’ll be safer now, well hidden, completely out of view, Yes safer now from predators and sadly humans too. Each one’s unique as I feel their breath, I will feed and defend them until my death. I wash them and warm them; their ears feel like silk, Each open mouth needing my milk. It’s a small litter this time, two tigers and a grey, I wish their life was different is what I want to say. I’ll just wait now till they all fall asleep, Then leave for food that I must seek. The night is cold and it’s starting to snow The dumpsters will be empty, my search will be slow. Sometimes I’m lucky and people are kind Mostly I’m scared; I don’t know what I’ll find. The snow is falling harder now, more difficult to see I can’t see the cars and they can’t see me. I should have been more careful and searched during the day It’s just that I’m so hungry; I have to make my way. I’ll just cross this street, but wait a light is coming this way I’m too weak to run- too long as a stray. If I should die and be covered with snow, No one will find me, no one will know. If I could speak, I could tell, But no one will find them, they’re hidden so well. All I ever wanted was to be a friend and have a name But no one ever caught me and so the litters came. Now as I lay here I can’t hear their cries, They are in my thoughts and in my eyes. I know where they are, but I can’t tell Who will find them, I hid them so well.

Author’s Note: The purpose of my poem is to try and increase awareness of the continuing problem of hundreds of stray cats, needlessly born into a life of loneliness, starvation, and finally death. Copyright © 2006 Mary Lee Harrington.

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