Thursday, June 23, 2016

Manipulative Miss Daisy

No cat treats in the house.  Miss D is addicted.  But is she?  Or does she possess an evil side?


Also, I took Jazz, the little girl I trapped by the Circle K, who had been living and eating in their dumpster, and the big sick male kitty, the 9th I trapped at the complex, up to CATS in Sherwood this morning, despite being worn out and nursing a sore back, from hoisting those massive males in traps up over a fence, when trapping the complex cats.  I have not encountered such HUGE males for a long time.  And there's another being seen too, also massive.  I hope to catch him eventually, but getting so many huge boys fixed there should quiet down the area a great deal.  Many are likely related.

Poor Majestic, was covered in fight wounds and fleas and the dying fleas, after I treated him with Advantage, nearly drove him nuts.

Majestic, who had been badly beat up and looked, when I first saw him, like he'd lived in a dirt pile, went straight to their vet, where he remains tonight, awaiting not just neuter, but the removal of some badly infected teeth.  He was too big for my carriers, but fortunately I had a large borrowed one here, that needed to return to Sherwood anyhow.  He barely fit in that.

Lucy is doing well here.  I hope to find her a nice quiet loving home one day soon.  Guess I should explain, the photo, right after the title, was taken when she first came here, a bag of bones.  She's now gained at least two pounds.


Wednesday, June 22, 2016

$1 Reception

My TV reception, cabled in from an ancient roof top antenna, has been terrible lately.

How terrible?  I gave up on TV terrible.   The worst reception always was about 8:30 p.m..  If I started to watch something at 8:00, just as it was getting into the drama and winding down, that's when reception would "pixelize" out.  I gave up trying, in disgust.  Instead I played with my cats and read crime drama books gleaned from thrift stores and free boxes.

Until a few days ago.

I scored an antenna, from some friends, who had been to a sale at Fred Meyer and gone a little nuts.  Like many people, they can't afford cable either.  This is why they went on a spend spree:

Plastic package window slap on antenna was in.  Now that is a mark down!
I think there is an assumption that Americans all have cable.  Almost no one I know can afford cable.  Many I know cannot afford internet either.

The Slap On antenna, stuck to the inside of my window

Did I think that cheap looking thin round plastic antenna would capture signal?  Hell no.  Was I ever shocked.

Now I can usually get the 3 major networks, plus FOX, plus PBS, Justice Channel and Retro Channel.  Plus a few others sometimes.  Not bad for a buck!

Tuesday, June 21, 2016

Leaving Me

Finally, the torti tux teen from the dumpster, is leaving.  Not til Thursday.

She's not going to OCO (Odd Cat Out Sanctuary) but rather to CATS (Cat Alliance Team Sanctuary) where cats free roam under no pressure to adjust on anyone's time schedule but their own.  No caging.  And high adoption rates.

CATS has taken in five cats from me previously.  They took in the big FIV positive boy, Dandy, who no local shelters would touch, injured as he was, sick as he was, with face swollen badly from infection.  He got well and got a home.

They took in Tink too, from the farm colony, when she showed up.  She got a home.

And they took in three wildish teens I trapped on highway 34 near the freeway.  Two got homes right away while Winter refused to tame.  Until now, months later, he is tame and awaiting adoption, not as a wild teen, but as a tame boy.

So they have a great record.   And I am happy they have accepted Jazz.  But not just Jazz.  They offered to take in a couple of the cats here who might want homes but are not typical shelter material.  None of the cats here are typical shelter material.

So I'm taking up Smolder and Angel.  Smolder was one of four teens and their mom, brought from Lebanon in one carrier, soaking wet, two inches of water in the carrier.   The guy had kept them in there, to get fixed, then planned to drop them at a farm.  They pooped of course, jammed in that carrier, waiting, so he hosed them off and brought them, wet and flea ridden.  I told him they would be staying with me.

One of Smolder's brothers died suddenly of a heart event.  The other two got homes.  Sage, his mom, and Smolder went to a home together but two days later, I was asked to come get them as they were hiding in a hole in the wall.  Sage later went to the best home ever, to a very bright young woman.  Sage herself was so darn smart and wonderful so it was a great match for her.  But Smolder, a.k.a. Boulder, never got a home.

He mainly stays out in the garage room and cat yard, afraid of some of the house bullies.  So he's going, moving on, getting a chance at something more.  I've always wanted that for Smolder, but he was never suitable for a traditional shelter.

Then Angel's going, the little girl dumped at a cemetery, whom I encountered by chance, driving home late, down a rural road.  To see her there, in a parking lot, Halloween Eve, so pitiful.  You think I left her there?  NO WAY.

She's got this fine undercoat that mats horribly. So she's a bit on the high maintenance side and must be clipped at least 3 times a year.  She's very good about the clipping.  Shy too, but only because I am one person and can't give each lots of attention.   She'd love her own home and I think she can adjust to CATS until she does.

If not, both or either can come back.  They're safe at CATS, no pressure on them to perform, be the perfect lovable house cat, immediately, or ever.

I'm not a hoarder.   If I can find a great place for any of the cats here, where they will be safe, can mentally handle it, not killed because they're shy or if they get a slight health issue, or can't manage in a cage 24/7, they go.  Most of the cats left in my care are not candidates for traditional shelters.  But CATS is no traditional shelter.  So the offer to take a couple blew my socks off!

I am so grateful for this offer!!!!  Happy!  And if Angel and/or Smolder end up in   great homes of their own as a result---magnificent!

Angel up in the cat run
Smolder, Son of Sage
Jazz, who has waited so patiently for somewhere to go.  From her cage, not a trap as seen in the photo, she watched with great interest the influx and now outgo, of the complex cats and tried to interact with them. It was so darn cute.  She is something.
Smoothie (below) is doing very well in her new home.  She's already had a trip to the vet and is reportedly happy and thriving.  What a change for her, to full food bowls, clean water and comfy cat beds all over the place.  Makes me very very happy!

Monday, June 20, 2016

More and More Cats

Well, KATA referred me to an Albany apartment complex to fix cats. They took a couple kittens but both died.  Another had been found dead there.  Teen moms.  They don't do well with their first litters.

One female allegedly had just had kittens a couple weeks ago.  A tenant's daughter pledged to go under the building and find them, should I catch her.

So I got at it, having 8 reservations for today up in Salem at Willamette Humane's clinic.   I got at it Saturday to be sure I caught them.  I caught four Saturday evening, two big males and two teen females.  I left at 11;30 p.m. and was back at 4:30 a.m. and by 7:30 a.m caught two more, including the female with kittens  under the complex.  The woman showed who said she'd go under.  I was relieved because I'm getting old, too old to belly crawl under buildings, although I don't mind doing it.

However, I think the ick factor got to her, because she only went into the hole part way before backing out, giving up.  So under I went.  I could barely fit through the hole but made it under and propelled myself around with my toes and forearms on my belly, looking under fallen insulation.  Way back 30 feet from the hole, I lifted some insulation and there they were.  Five beautiful gray tabby newborns.  I figured them to be ten days old because some had their eyes open.

I propelled myself backwards then, moving them with with me, as I'd forgotten the towel I intended to wrap them in, should I find them.  I'd moved them back as far as I could, in a pile, then backwards I'd slither, on my stomach still, choking on insulation and dirt in the air as I went.  But we made it out, all six of us.

I went home then, set them up with their mom in a borrowed tiny cage, since the two cages I have, were full, one with the torti teen tux from the Circle K dumpster who was to go to Sherwood yesterday.

The two other females I'd already caught were in the 2nd larger cage.  I'd added the third female, freshly caught, since they're siblings.   And then set up the small cage for the mom and her kittens.  But she wouldn't nurse them.  They tried to nurse on her and it was pitiful.  She was too scared.  So KATA came and took them.

This was Mama Mia's second litter this year.  SECOND LITTER THIS YEAR!

Fix your cats, people!!!!

Mama Mia is getting spayed today.  Time to kick back, gal.  The kitten factory is closed.
The three younger females are Moonshine, Faded and Basil.  I named them all on the way up to the clinic with them today.

Moonshine, a young skinny torti

Faded, a muted calico long hair being fixed today

Basil, a long hair brown tabby girl

Four boys are also being fixed.  I had to be there at 7:15 a.m.  But at least its Salem, not Portland.

King, a kind hearted timid massive but elderly gray tabby tux male

Grandpa, a massive medium hair gray tabby male
Techie, the black tux male fixed yesterday.  Lots of fight scars on all these males.

Boda Black, a young black male also getting fixed today.
I didn't get Jazz up to Sherwood yesterday.  I couldn't get her into the carrier.  I'd taken a nap after KATA took the kittens and then when I failed to get Jazz contained for her new place, I went up to see my brother, who turned 62 yesterday.  It was great to see him, his wife, and his daughter.

We took a walk with their beloved dog, Carter.  Carter sometimes is nice to me and sometimes eyes me with great suspicion.

After getting back home, I set a couple more traps at the complex and came home.  I caught the other two boys in the night and picked them up early.

We had some rather extreme thunderstorms over the weekend.  Summer type weather has not yet come to Oregon, making us all a little nuts to think we might have to endure a summer of gray and drear after enduring the same all winter long.   It's not exactly a cheery thought.


Friday, June 17, 2016

Smoothie's Journey

Smoothie, a.k.a. tumor girl, had it rough, living as a stray in a Sweet Home trailer park, scrambling for food put out for all the caste offs by a kind tenant.  I got most of those kitties fixed in two trips with them to the FCCO.  There are a handful more needing fixed, but I'll get to it.

Meanwhile, Smoothie had been fixed years ago, I was told, although no one knew just how old she is.  I tried to contain her, in a six hour marathon, waiting for her to show, while all the while, turned out, she was napping back in the berry vines.  I failed.   I had made an appointment for her at Heartland Humane's surgery, for the next day, and thought I could easily find her and get her into a trap or carrier.  Was not to be.

So when a tenant of the park called me Sunday and said they had her in their bathroom, I was ecstatic.   Someone else picked her up and I picked her up from them, the next morning.

I fell in love too quickly with this sweet girl, so grateful that when she encountered her very first pile blankee she went nuts, rolling and meowing hoarsely in delight.   She was easy to love, easy to cry over, that she suffered for so long, living so hard.

Her ears were curled over in hematomas from scratching at ear mites.   A fluid filled cyst hung down off her chin three inches swinging when she walked, catching on things.

Fleas crawled her body.  Worms stole any nutrition she might get from scant food.

And yet she survived.  With her beautiful peaceful loving grateful spirit untouched by her hardships.

Yesterday, she got the works at Heartland, for a fraction of what that would have cost elsewhere.  Her cyst was removed.  Her fleas and worms killed.  Vaccinations were given.  Her ears were cleaned and treated for mites.  Bad teeth were pulled.  She was given a long term antibiotic injection because she had vibrating gurgle sounds in her lungs that may be pneumonia.  Her belly breathing may indicate she has a diaphragmatic hernia.   But its not for sure since many cats so afflicted crash immediately under anesthesia.  She did not crash.

Today, I took Smoothie, with mixed emotion, to her new person.  It is a GREAT home, the best, a few other cats to socialize with, lots of room, cozy beds and hide outs and hang outs and pile blankees all over the place.  Heaven, really, for Smoothie.

Why do I still want to cry over such an outcome?  Because its beautiful that's why.  Makes up for all the bad things lately, most of them really, and makes me happy to think of her now.

Goodbye Smoothie.  Good Luck.  Love you, girl.

Always will.

This was Smoothie at the trailer park with that large cyst.

You can see where it was removed, yesterday, at Heartland Humane.

Hugs to Smoothie

Tuesday, June 14, 2016

Tumor Girl

The first time I visited TP2, to trap cats to be fixed, I met Tumor Girl.

I had asked a local cat rescue before going to TP2 if there was anything pertinent I should know about that trailer park, since they live in that town but its about an hour from where I live.   They said they'd been trying to get a cat with a tumor to help.

So when I trapped tumor girl that day I called them up, thinking they'd come get her.  But, they said they had no place to hold her and no appointment set up for her.  So I let her go.

I couldn't let her go in my mind, however.   Last week I sat up there six hours, hoping she would show up and go under the drop trap.  It was not a pleasant six hours.  She did show very late but would not be tricked again to go under the drop trap.

When I went up Saturday to get cats for the clinic Sunday, the residents were to have four ready.  I even talked to the manager before the trip up, who said she had talked to all the people with the cats and they said they had them ready.  But when I arrived, nobody was ready at all, with the cats in question, and she hadn't talked to any of them.  I was not happy and fired off about wasting my time and money, when I am just trying to improve their own trailer park and help the cats and why was everyone so apathetic and nobody would help.

I did get two of the four cats in the end.   But I think that outburst may have triggered the call I got Sunday.  All the cats had been dropped off at the clinic in Portland to be fixed.  I was exhausted, having barely slept the night before, and sitting in a parking lot, hoping to nap some.  Then the phone rang.

Someone at the trailer park was very excited and had tumor girl in their bathroom and expected me to come get her.  I told them I was clear up in Portland, waiting on 13 cats getting fixed, but I would try to find someone to pick her up.   The original group who said they were after her, whose director lives very close to that trailer park, did go pick her up.

I picked her up yesterday morning, from that group, in Sweet Home, still totally exhausted, when returning the now fixed cats to three different trailer parks in Sweet Home.  She was howling piteously and did so until I got to TP1, to pick up a carrier on the way home.  I figured she might just be hungry, and began feeding her.  She was starved!

I flea treated her and caged her in the garage, once home, as the exhaustion overtook me, but I faced a mountain of laundry and cleaning traps, carriers still.  She instantly stole my heart.   Tumor girl, whose real name is Smoothie, is a love bug and so happy to be getting lots of food and love.  You should have seen her discover the soft pile blankee just for her, to curl up in.

Once 24 hours had passed, and her fleas were good and dead, I moved her to the bathroom.  She's going to Heartland Thursday to have that thing hanging off her chin removed.  And her bent over ears cleaned of mites.     Smoothie then is going to her very own indoor only home.  Can you imagine?  The girl who has had to live under trailers and sleep in the berry vines and compete with hungry strays and big boys for scarce food, will have her own home.


Her ears are bent with hematomas from scratching at ear mites.

But let's hope for the best for Smoothie, the tumor girl, who suffered silently and patiently for too long.


Monday, June 13, 2016

In Solidarity

I stand in solidarity with the wounded, the first responders and the families/friends of the victims of the latest mass shooting in America.  At the night club in Orlando.  50 dead. Over 50 injured.  One asshole with issues and ready access to guns did this.

I am horrified over the loss of life, many young and so much loved by their families and friends.  I am embarrassed that America tolerates these mass killings.