Don't 'count' actually: that is, if you look at National Numbers (all related to that 'how a Nation treats its animals' Thing..) you'd just see shoveling endless shit against incoming tides.

Only number I ever see is: >This 'cat'< Gets to Have a life. That is 100% Success, and as far as I dare use numbers.
Anyway: 2 In/Out-door cats + 2 long-term ferals here/just now. Mostly.. incoming-$$ get apportioned to the Real-troops:
TNR-ing (trap, neuter, release) and finding homes for the de-flea-d, cleaned up rescuees.
Sometimes people have to be Up and about at darkness hours, especially to trap ill/weak/scared outliers who WIll Die shortly [normally.]

Know any excessively-wealthy types who have actually developed a real-Life?
There are sooo Many who possess obscene wealthandwantMoreandMore--some must by-now be human?
Brighthaven a local place: takes-in the 'terminally-ill', aged == unadoptable animals, extracting $$ for LIfetime service:
from those who can afford/then gratis for as many as they can also accommodate (to the same standards of superb-care.)

They are in peril--for the usual reasons in a brain-dead Vulture-capitalist milieu--so, a few $100K could stake them to a n more years survival.. know any contributors, offfhand?
(They'll get a %large of my creekside-Villa in increasingly-Gentrified KWood, when i t's time for me to get outta this chicken-outfit.)
Alas, though: I still Here, well, today thus-far.. so it 's difficult to make predictions--especially about the Futchah.

Carrion.


There are many Awww stories; I try not to spread them willy-nilly, but since you Asked:
Two tiny females arrived here ~ 3 yrs ago: one Irascible! but really Wishing to be comfortable enough to accept TLC; the other: shy, undiagnosed properly (thyroid problem eventually treated: Improvements..)
Named them Milli- and Micro- [as in *cough* μ]
This shy-cat, while making self scarce mostly (in-house) during day.. Lived for bed-time.
When I hit sack, she'd unfailingly climb the small-steps to bed (arthritis) and bee-line for the crook of my arm, bury head there and ... depending on my night-moves
--would be there in morning, not having stirred. (Her clear Pleasure in that simple thing: no words.)
In her final weeks, she had Gotten her TLC, as best I could provide--making more bearable the missing part, which won't ever completely disappear, natch.
We get more than we ever 'give'; there's a Reason for cliches.

MrrOWWWR.

Ed: Heh.. just noted your addendum: ... + oTyp
The Special Version, I wot (for Muricans)
The Meaning of LIff

Carrion. It's what's for lunch 10/2018