When I lived in Northern California, I worked as a civilian for the Coast Guard. It was at the CG complex at the very top of Yerba Buena Island, which is next to Treasure Island, which itself is in the Middle of San Francisco Bay. Halfway across the San Francisco Bay Bridge.
We were surrounded by what used to be CG houses for military service members, but since the Navy base portion had been closed, the units started to be rented-out to civilians.
Many service members who had been 'base closured' out of a job here, had simply abandoned their cats. All of them then migrated to the top of the island, to our parking lot, and the surrounding bit of greenery. One of my fellow employees, Greg, made sure that there were two small 'doghouse' structures, in which they could shelter if needed. (I refrained from calling these 'cathouses,' for obvious reasons). When I left California, there were more than a dozen cats up there.
Greg installed a small, weather-tight bin just outside our unit's back door, where he kept cat food which he either bought himself, or which was donated. (I and the other employees sometimes donated).
Greg made sure that all of the critters were properly spayed. He would bring them to the San Francisco SPCA, who would do it for free.
People didn't realize that we had CCTV cameras all around the unit. Sometimes, in the dead of night, we'd see a car drive up to the parking lot, and someone would dump another cat there. We would then just zero-in on their license plate, and call the SFPD. The Police would then intercept them before they could get back down to the base of the island.
We were surrounded by what used to be CG houses for military service members, but since the Navy base portion had been closed, the units started to be rented-out to civilians.
Many service members who had been 'base closured' out of a job here, had simply abandoned their cats. All of them then migrated to the top of the island, to our parking lot, and the surrounding bit of greenery. One of my fellow employees, Greg, made sure that there were two small 'doghouse' structures, in which they could shelter if needed. (I refrained from calling these 'cathouses,' for obvious reasons). When I left California, there were more than a dozen cats up there.
Greg installed a small, weather-tight bin just outside our unit's back door, where he kept cat food which he either bought himself, or which was donated. (I and the other employees sometimes donated).
Greg made sure that all of the critters were properly spayed. He would bring them to the San Francisco SPCA, who would do it for free.
People didn't realize that we had CCTV cameras all around the unit. Sometimes, in the dead of night, we'd see a car drive up to the parking lot, and someone would dump another cat there. We would then just zero-in on their license plate, and call the SFPD. The Police would then intercept them before they could get back down to the base of the island.
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