I understand that cats are a nuisance, and my family has been on that side once upon a time! In fact, my mum says she is sure that she threw water at 'Mama Cat' at least once before realising she was trying to raise kittens. And after that she'd throw water at cats to keep them away so that they didn't intimidate Oscar and Cleo. And, I was someone who also didn't get why people let their cats out (because of the risk of harm, mostly, but also because they are seen as pests).
Now I am less bothered by other people's cats because I see them more for what they are (okay, yes they're a potential pain if they're pooing in your garden or winding up your dog or bullying your cats, but they're CATS. They're just behaving normally, albeit with little regard for anyone else (although I think that in most cases that's genuine innocence and part of their charm
). And of course I now think that if a cat comes in and meses up my garden, it evens it out for any that Oscar and Cleo potentially ruin. And I am honestly bothered by the thought that Oscar and Cleo are seen as pests and would actually rather they just messed in our garden (I don't think we get much cat mess now, though, because of cats being territorial and so Cleo and Oscar (and Louie in the back garden) probably keep them at bay! Which I actually feel kind of bad about when people complain about getting cats pooing in their garden (because, having cats myself, I sort of 'deserve' at least a bit of it myself!).
I also don't feel like I did have a choice in the matter with these two. More's the pity, really, because it would have been lovely to be able to NOT feel like they were missing out. But their desire for the outside world was actually quite romantic.
The beseeching eyes, the longing stares out of the window, the pitiful crying at the back door and looking at me with those wide eyes... just about broke my heart. And for the whole two weeks I kept thinking, "Maybe they'll give up! Maybe they'll either decide that they're prisoners forever and accept it and move on, or maybe they'll realise that inside is nicer than outside and that'll be problem solved." Then the two weeks was up and they were potentially allowed out and I was all for waiting for a bit, mostly through pure fear at them scarpering or something bad happening, and my mum couldn't take any more of the crying and staring and 'set them free'.
Obviously I LET them do it, because we let them out and caved in to them, but they're more important to me than my neighbours, so although I don't want them messing up other people's gardens, I'd rather they were happy than my neighbours. And it's not their fault they were born outside.
So, if it makes you (well, not you specifically, because they're obviously not your nuisances!) feel any better, while you're getting P*ssed off about another cat poo, I'm probably indoors fretting over how long Oscar's been out and whether anything bad has happened, and any black and white cat I see crossing the road in the immediate vicinity frustrates me no end until I realise it's not Oscar and so not quite as important to me.
I'd rather they stuck to our garden and gave me cat poo instead of worry. Then everyone would be happy!
Funnily enough, though, for people who were bothered about cats, we probably had more trouble from people. For some reason a lot of people throw rubbish in our garden as they walk past.