Along the Oregon coast north of Brookings, is a turn off from the highway toward the cold grey sea. On a dismal rainy day it exudes a depressive feeling, signaling a “don’t go there” air.
We drove off the road at the invitation of my uncle to visit the cat houses. To care for the burgeoning population of local cats, local residents have been leaving food for them after capturing and relieving them of their sexuality. Much like the resident cats of Rome.
After meeting the acquaintance of these interesting dwellers of this uninviting territory, local artisans began building homes to shelter them from the elements.
Viva the Oregon Food Bank!
Pachofa-Unfinished 
Not only cat houses but food and water. Gee, the cats have it made.
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I couldn’t photograph all the houses there were so many. So creative though. I wonder how the cats communicate to let the newcomers know where to go for food.
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There are bird houses and dog houses — why not cat houses, for the four-footed felines? These really are delightful, and it’s good that they were doing a little population control even as they provided food and shelter. It’s interesting that they created such artistic houses. I suppose it’s possible that a certain level of competition took over with each person hoping to outdo the neighbors.
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Given the amount of time it takes them to increase their species, it’s truly amazing that these kind-hearted people pay for their surgery. Probably not though in Rome where they crowd the empty Coliseum every night even though there isn’t a cat in sight during the day.
I’m sure there was competition over who could design the best cat house. I especially liked The Mission which I didn’t post. It was so foggy and rainy when we were there.
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How wonderful. The photographs are quite good considering the weather–they present the little houses in a more serious way than colored photos taken in sunshine would have done.
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Not bad for low income living! I hope they are still there.
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