Rascal Flatts. AKA- Operation: Guerilla Neuter

We have a porch cat. He's an apparent stray that started sleeping on our porch swing a couple of months ago. He doesn't have a collar and most importantly, is not neutered. At first we called him Dammit Kitty, you don't live here!, then Porch Kitty, and now he's called Rascal Flatts. Our neighborhood is overrun with stray cats because, let's face it; if you're not going to go to any lengths to keep your 13 year old daughter from getting pregnant, why should you do anything about the cat? Rascal Flatts is super sweet and friendly, so I've been toying with the idea of stealing him to get him neutered and then turning him into our vet, who takes in stray cats. At first I was worried that he belonged to somebody and I would be stealing and mutilating one of our neighbors pets who would then retaliate by doing the same to one of our dogs. If you know anything about my neighbors, a little fear is healthy. But then I thought of the prospect of living my whole life not doing the right thing because I'm afraid that something might happen to me, and that's not the type of person I want to be. This cat could impregnate countless other strays over the summer making the stray problem worse. Plus, if we don't do something now, he'll start spraying on our porch. So tomorrow, I'm calling the vet to see about having him neutered and let the chips fall where they may.