Behind
too many office buildings, theaters, restaurants, or shopping malls
lives one or more families of stray cats. A similar scene unfolds near
any dumpster or natural source of water. Our parents called them alley
cats. "Strays," we mutter, although the correct term may actually be
feral. A stray cat is one that has had contact with people at some point
in its life, while a feral cat has been completely alone and wild since
birth.
There
are so many strays that we are immune to their existence. It's not that
we ignore them; we rarely even see them. As with the human homeless,
they remain nameless and faceless, and many prefer it that way. In fact,
if we really look in their eyes and recognize the hunger and fear as
primal instincts that we, too, can have, it stirs our guilt.
Although
alley cats are certainly not exclusively an urban problem, the focus
of our photographs is "city cats." We choose this designation for our
cats and kittens, since ours all live in large metropolitan environments.
We
are not modest; like an unfolding drama, our pictures and stories
will involve you in the ongoing lives and problems of these little street
warriors. You will not be able to overlook either the obstacles they
face or the joy they find in living.