One un-neutered female Maltese cat could be the source of 420,000 cats over seven years.

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As cats go, to me they are all the same, but I will concede that the ones I’ve seen  here in Malta are, for the most part, a pretty good-looking lot, and certainly a credit to the dedication and nurturing they receive from the Maltese ‘CAT MOTHERS.’ Last year I happened to be returning to my hotel after a little stroll early one evening, and as I rounded a corner where on one side was a bit of greenery – a grassy area with some shrubs and low bushes – I was confronted with an entertaining performance, as good as any little theatre production that you’d pay money to see. Mammy-cat, surrounded by her baby-cats were having a little party, and it was a delight to behold.

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I worked it out that it was dinner-time for cats, and all the locals were present and correct. The elderly lady was hosting the banquet, and twenty guests – I counted them – of all shapes, sizes, colours and demeanour, were tucking into scrumptious grub, so delectable, I almost felt peckish myself. Her little Ford Fiesta was parked by the kerbside, with the trunk open, from which she magically extracted tin after tin of ‘Kitty Kat’, ‘Paws’, ‘Whiskers’ and various packets of other delicious delicacies, piling it on to twenty plastic plates, that she had already laid out. It was akin to the ‘Miracle of the Loaves and Fishes,’ the only thing she neglected to provide was serviettes, and I could see by the snouts and whiskers of some of the more gluttonous ones, that they could have done with them.

The cats, well, I’m no expert in feline study, but they appeared to be a mixture of cross-breeds and hybrids, with a variety of colours and characteristics. Some were fat and cuddly, others were long and skinny, some had a friendly, placid demeanour, but a few had that wild, threatening stare that I blame for giving ‘cat’s eyes’ a bad name.

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The CAT MOTHER was so absorbed in her ‘waiting and serving’ that she didn’t notice the nosy Irishman watching her every move, so in response to my little cough, she turned, smiled, and I was able to deduce that she was neither loony, demented, or otherwise retarded; just a kind old lady dedicated to the care and welfare of her appreciative babies. I gingerly took a few steps forward and ventured a little chat with her, which she kindly engaged in, but without eye contact as she was too busy, and anyway, I was only an ‘extra’ in this little theatrical scene. I’m glad I did, because I soon realised that I was conversing with, not only a devout feline missionary, but an authority on the cat culture of Malta, reeling off statistics, procedures, and matters of policy ad lib – a mind-boggling fund of knowledge that surprised and impressed me greatly.

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I learned that Malta has hundreds of thousands of cats living wild, and being cared for by a myriad of charities, and regulated by several prominent animal welfare organisations such as ‘Happy Paws,’ (what a name‘Noah’s Ark,’ and ‘Island Sanctuary.’ The country is also saturated with ‘Charity Shops’ run by teams of dedicated women – most of them retired British, permanently resident in Malta – and evidence of the generosity they receive is reflected in the booming trade they generate. This fundraising, together with donations and legacies, is what keeps the cats fed, but now they have embarked on an even more expensive money-eating project: the neutering of all stray cats. Bloody spoilsports – no more fun for the sexy cats. One statistic my CAT MOTHER friend imparted to me just knocked me off balance. I couldn’t believe it – and I bet you will find it incredible too – that one un-neutered female cat could be the source of 420,000 cats over seven years. That is some cat-sex! No wonder they have to ‘nip it in the bud.’

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It was time to leave my learned Cat-Professor, but before I did, I committed one of those stupid bloomers that over the years has cost me money and dignity. Casually, I asked: “How do you finance the purchase of all this cat food?” She straightened up with a sudden jerk, dived towards the car trunk, retrieved a large round collection box, thrust it in front of me, with a pleading expression that said: “You will be generous Sir, won’t you.” After a frantic search of every pocket had yielded only thirty cent, I reluctantly and painfully had to revert to the wallet. Opening my big mouth cost me a lovely Ten Euro Note – of my scarce resources – and although I am now an expert on Maltese Cats, I would never have dreamt that I would end up one of the largest cat benefactors in all of Malta.


AN EXCERPT FROM ‘It’s a Long Way to Malta’ (My Gem in the Med) By Paddy Cummins.

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