Our cats lived mostly outside, and while fed on a regular basis, and loved and petted on an erratic basis, they were usually left to their own devices. If one or two disappeared it was minded, but then there was always another in its’ place. If a cat got sick, nature was allowed to take it’s course independent of medical attention as was the case for a whole litter of kittens with worms. To this day I wonder how my mother allowed it. We buried them in the backyard with little crosses and full memorial services.