Trapped in the cellar

We went to the neighborhood of an old friend and called him. He suddenly invited us at his home laughing about some cat problem. When we arrived we saw some neighbors of his having a big scandal in front of their building about “THE CAT”. So out of curiosity we stayed there and listened as to what exactly was the problem.
Some street cat had obviously entered the cellar of our friend while some workers were doing something to fix the door. The cellar was filled with iron, wood and whatever there is that could be put into a cellar and now the cat was hiding somewhere in the back angry and frightened.
Apparently there weren’t many ways to take the cat out. First there was the option of waiting. And they waited for some half an hour in silence, but the poor animal didn’t run away so the neighbors began discussing the other options. First of which is to call the “animal problem” social workers and let them deal with the cat. But there was a slight problem. When they come they will most probably capture the cat and then put the poor animal to sleep for good. And that was a bit of a problem actually because it was not only one cat, there was a whole family of sweet small and bigger cats and the social workers will take all animals and put them to sleep. So half of the neighbors were against the social workers and the other half said: Then, ok. We also like the cats, but what shall we do with this one? Let it die inside? Start smelling? And never the less, they might not kill the animals…
And it went on and on… We left and we called a few days later asking what happened with the poor animal. Our friend said: We locked the door and went home leaving the cat inside. In two days – he said – without food the cat was probably more anxious to get out. So I unlocked the door and as soon as I opened it the cat flew out as if the devil was chasing it. It was a huge male cat with beautiful tale, angry and hungry. I suppose the curiosity didn’t kill the cat this time.
Well - we asked - what are you going to do with all these cats? You can not keep them all…
And he wondered for a second. I suppose – he said – all of my neighbors feel like me. I can’t call the social services and get all these animals killed so I wait for someone else to do it. We all wait for someone else to do it.
And he laughed again although it was not funny at all. But what could he do…

These photoes of kittens i took while the people were arguing about the trapped cat. The elder cats run away so i couldn't take a picture of them as well.