Saturday, April 22, 2017

Road Trip with Cats

I had not been to the coast affordable clinic for some time.

Chessie needed to go again, however.  I feared she needed all remaining teeth pulled.   Chessie is elderly.  I don't know exactly how old but she wasn't young when I took her in.   Dumped like trash to fend on her own outside an Albany apartment complex, I took her in with her last litter, then teens, when some neighbor took up shooting at them with a bow and arrow.

She got a left ear tip when fixed at the Neuterscooter clinic.

Chessie had already had three or four dentals.  The last one was in December of 2016.   The vet said then she might need them all pulled.   So I figured that would happen, when we set out yesterday, her in a carrier in the back of the car.  It was 4:30 a.m. and not light yet.

Miss Daisy went along.  She gets meds for her ibs, which is likely food allergy caused but with so many cats I can't feed her alone special limited ingredient food and its too expensive to feed them all special food.   So she has to be on meds and hadn't been seen in a year so to get the med for the next year (they send it when I'm out), she rode along.

I made the appointment weeks ago.  How in the world did I luck out, in the worst winter in Oregon we've had for ages, to get the one sunny day!!!   I lucked out!

After dropping the cats at the clinic and yes, Miss D got attitude with the vet, so she had to be knocked out for the blood draw, I went to the beach!

I drove south past Seaside, with its long boring flat stretches of beach, and shiney tourist traps filled with cheap gadgets, over priced candy and carmel corn and salt water taffy, and sand bike rentals.  I drove south past the playground of the second house Portland area rich, Canon Beach, bypassed my usual beach haunts Arcadia and Hug Point,  and parked at Oswald West.     You can park on the west side of the highway to hike trails that go up a bluff and beyond, or fork down to Short Sands Beach.   Or you can park on the east side of the highway and hike under 101, and a short half mile, well groomed easy trail, to the beach.

I like the old growth forest there.  The trail is highly used, so you won't be finding solitude along it.  Mostly its surfers who walk in from that parking lot on the highway to Short Sands Beach, carrying boards under an arm or atop their heads.  They closed down overnight camping above the beach, due to vandalism and trash.

I climbed down the wooden steps, once I got to the beach, formed and filled with earth and rock, crossed the stretch of rocks to sand, found a log, laid down my sweatshirt beside the log, used my daypack for a pillow and conked out.  Yup, I was sleepy.  I could barely believe the sun was out in Oregon and it wasn't raining.

I woke an hour later to a dog sniffing me over.  There were fewer dogs than surfers on the beach but there were lots of dogs. They ran alone or in pairs, chasing balls or one another, in and out of the surf, having the best old time ever!  The crowd frequenting the beach are not the types to pick up the poo, so if you go there, watch your step.  Dog poo is about as common as surfers taking selfies.

Despite the vast number of surfers spread out along the relatively small beach, many who climbed down the steps with an urgent look after seeing other surfers and the water, I saw very few actually ride a wave.  Many went out into the ocean, hopping waves as they walked out, but then seemed to just stand.  That's what it looked like to me.  I thought I was going to see TV like wave riding.  I didn't.  I saw lots of surfers out on the beach and in the water but most were not surfing.   Every now and then one would pop up out of the water for a few seconds to ride a curling wave.

Oregon surfers need good wet or dry suits.


I love the trail in. The trees are beautiful! There were several forks off the main beach trail, with trail signs, all headed various degrees of south off the beach trail.  I followed one trail that left the beach trail, but then that trail forked off of it, with a sign that said Hemlock trail, but it forked too, and I knew I could get lost, without a trail map.  You can't get too lost, granted, since you know you are between highway 101 and the Pacific ocean.  I didn't have the time to explore.  Cat pick up, at the clinic, was 3:00 p.m.

I went down to the south jetty beach too, where the Columbia River meets the Pacific ocean.  I play a game sometimes, when I see garbage items at the high tide mark. I pretend I'm stranded, alone and have to survive with only what I find.

Big wood bin at the beach

Looking inside it

Bar code on siding from the bin that stripped off

Lazy Fricking Car People Driving on the Beach--Hey, our freeways and roads are crammed with cars.  Can we at least be free of them in the little strip of sand between the land and the sea.  

Washington state across the mouth of the Columbia River

I got home about 7:30 p.m. Chessie had four teeth pulled in the end.  Miss Daisy's blood work came out just fine and she has another year on her prescription for her meds now.

Miss D

Thursday, April 20, 2017

The Porn Shop Cats

Why do cats and porn shops go together?

Hell if I know.

But they seem to.

I trapped behind a porn shop in Corvallis for kittens years ago.   Boy, was that interesting.  I remember wading the canal full of muck and trash behind it and a Chinese place, to get to a trap I'd set.  It was closed, I could see.   I pull up the towel covering it, where the trap was set, along the far bank of that ditch full of ick, and a HUGE rat comes right at me, from inside the trap, like he was waiting for that moment, to make his move.  I jumped backwards so bad I lost my footing and dunked myself almost completely in the mire.   The rat earned his freedom.   I admire pluck like that.

I trapped behind and around the porn shop in Springfield years ago too.   The Best Buy was being built then.  I followed cats around cars parked in the empty lot clear til 3:00 in the morning.  I took a break over to the IHOP then, got breakfast, coffee, read the paper.  The paper told about a missing Arizona man, described his jeep, gave the plate number.   It rang a bell.  Wasn't that the same jeep I'd been setting traps around, after this one tuxedo?   I went back over.  Plate number matched.  I peeked in.  It was steamed up and saw the glare of something, looked like dead eyes to me.   I jumped back that time too.  When I recovered, I went and called my friend, who put me up to the trapping there.  I figured I shouldn't call this in.  How would I explain what the hell I was doing there at such an hour.  Other cat trappers would sure understand but I didn't want to spend time at the police station explaining a cat trapper's ways.  My friend called it in to police.

Turned out the guy killed himself.

So now a call about another porn shop with cats?   Why not?  This time it was the porn shop in Albany.

There were three cats and they did not feed them but were disturbed by the fighting and spray marking going on under the building.  The girl was pregnant.  The two boys were easy catches after they split up.  Had to get between them, to trap them, otherwise, they were just all intent on killing each other.   Damn hormones.

Next day, I came back and caught the girl.  Yeah, she was pregnant.

Named them Bambi, Magic Mike and Guido.

Nice porn shop cat names, I thought.

The two boys are now in Sweet Home with the woman who received the call.  She has a one person nonprofit too.  I got all three fixed today, however, first, at Heartland.   The girl was picked up by a friend of mine.  She needed a girl barn cat.  The boys aren't doing the job.

Magic Mike


Yesterday wasn't so good other than catching Bambi early on.  I got sick, something I ate the night before I think.   Oh my.  All day.  Misery.   I tried to bend over to change Magic Mike's trap papers and ended up hurling all over the garage.    Then I had to clean that up.

I'd hurt my shoulder even worse, with just a slight turn when getting into my car.  There was a pop sound, and horrible pain in my shoulder and down my arm.   I had slept most of the day after that, trying to rid myself of the stomach problems and the shoulder pain.

But the problems were not over.  I move my car in, before bed at night, and heard a hissing sound.  A tire was going flat, losing air fast.   I had to bite the bullet so to speak, take the tire off, put the donut on, all with a screaming shoulder.  That's life.

I did get the cats over to Heartland this morning, to be fixed, with the donut on the one wheel, no problemo.   Then I went to Schwab and got four new tires, their lowest end, but they still are supposed to take me 40k miles which would put my mileage if they went 40K miles indeed, at 320,000 more or less.  Dream on!   I almost went for the 60K mile tires.  I have faith in my car!

My contractor friend came soon after I got home from Schwab and getting the tires.  I'd got the metal T posts to secure the side fence that crosses the driveway.  He brought his electric concrete drill and drilled out holes at the base of the wood 4x4 posts.  Then he pounded the T posts in, first with a short handled sledge hammer, then with a metal tube that goes over the fence post.  One end is open, one isn't.  It has handles on both sides.  He raised that up and slammed it down against the top of the metal T post until he'd driven the 7 foot post down several feet into the wet ground beneath the concrete.  He did that for three posts then secured the metal posts to the wood posts with conduit straps I bought at Home Depot when I bought the T posts.  All the while he is cracking jokes.  He is the funniest guy.  His wife was in the car entertaining the grandchild who was polite as could be and said with serious mouth and bunched up eyes, like he was trying to get it out right, "Pleased to meet you," when I leaned in through the open car window to say hello.

The fence is rock solid now.   He looked it up and down, and said "You did a good job on it."  I felt pride well in me, for that to come from the mouth of a professional.

So the porn shop cats are caught, fixed and gone.  The car tires are good now.  The fence is solid.   And my shoulder?  Well, time heals, is all I can think to say.

Monday, April 17, 2017

The Trouble with Fences in Oregon

Fences, moisture and wind don't live well together on the same block.

Or shouldn't.  Not in Oregon.  We get a lot of rain and a lot of windstorms.

And as with everything else, age takes it toll.

A new home owner behind my neighbor to the south came over last week to this block.  He was trying to contact the neighbor next to me, because he lives behind her and the windstorm nearly toppled the back fence they share.  Probably neither one knew whose fence it really was.

He is tearing it down and replacing it.  He hired a guy.

I know who owns the fence behind my place.  The neighbor behind me.  I know that because I found the property monument back there when building my side fence.  A chain link fence ran along the back and side of this property when I moved in, and is the original property line fence.  My brother's worker guy cut part of that chain link off to use on the cat yard, when that was built ten years ago, since behind it was the wood fence, on the neighbor's property.   The chain link, only three feet high, runs behind the house on the north next to me too, and T's off to run up between my yard and the one to the north, to split my yard from dead Jack's property.  But the property monument was two inches this side of the steel post where it Tee'd, so I built the side fence two inches beyong it, into my side.

The properties at the back are offset 8 feet.  The property behind me, in other words, runs 8 feet behind my neighbors property to the north.  The wooden fence out back continues on behind their chain link 8 feet.  Down at the south back of this property, the chain link running at the back of my property goes 8 feet behind a strange section of wood fence that is 8 feet long and in front of it.  That section was likely built by someone in the past who lived here, for some reason.

Anyhow, the back fence behind the chain link is on the property behind me.  A Utah based house flipper had bought that property and why they didn't replace the rotted fence, before selling it, I don't know.  That's flippers for you.   Now a 20 foot section is detached.  The new owners, whom I don't know, have it propped up on their side, propped so it may fall and it will because its completely detached from posts, onto my side.

Bummer when they've just moved in about a month or so ago.

And have small kids.

I've tried to call my brother about what to do but so far, no response.

It's their fence, after all, not mine.  But if it falls onto this place, they will need to do the clean up.   Beyond that, I don't want open space between them and me.  I'm a private person.  I don't want their little kids running around my yard.

Do I have to borrow money and build another fence, I wonder.

They never used to be so expensive to build but they sure are now.

The side fence I built where it attaches into the concrete along the driveway was damaged by the house flippers when they worked on that house.   I wanted my brother to make them pay to repair it, but he never did.  then along came the windstorm.  The fence held, remarkably, but end of this week, a contractor friend, whom I helped with cats, will drill holes through the concrete and pound in T posts and we will secure the wood fence posts to those metal ones.

Also unfortunate, I injured my shoulder, neck, upper back someway when the utility shelving fell apart first of last week.   I've had to do pretty much nothing since then, rest, ice, aleve, all that.  And still this week too.

The lawn grows, and also the weeds, the fence out back is falling, but there's not a thing I can do about it, until my shoulder heals.  Otherwise, I'll have shoulder problems for months.   Sometimes you can't do nothing about nothing.

I'm good with it.   I even turned my phone off last night.   The silence was awesome.  I rarely watch TV in the evening either.  Seems to be nothing on worth watching.  I get the major network stations, with antenna--FOX, ABC, CBS, NBC and PBS but that's it.  It's plenty, especially when there's nothing to watch even on those networks.

For Easter I did exactly nothing too.  When you hurt yourself and can't do anything or help anybody else with their stuff, you find out fast who your friends are.  Kind of a good thing to know.

It's that time of year.  The time of year I rid myself of everything I haven't used in the last year.   I don't like having things sitting around I don't use.   So if its something someone else will use, I give it to a thrift store.  If its junk, its waits for garbage space, which is limited.   My friend stopped by a few days ago, for like three minutes.  She wanted to give me two DVD's and a DVD player even though I already have a DVD player that I rarely use.  I declined although I felt bad doing it.  I know she's cleaning out her garage too.  I just can't pile on more.

She left a book for me to read too that she liked, but she wants it back.  I don't like taking on things that need returned, especially paper product things, that cats can tear up or pee on.  I finally relented and took it.  I don't borrow books or DVD's from the library for the same reason---the cats!

Friday, April 14, 2017

Seven Cats Fixed This Week

I suppose getting just seven cats fixed this week makes it a slow week.

Monday five got fixed and Thursday two more got fixed.

The five fixed Monday?

There was Oden, from a Halsey stables.
Oden from Halsey
There was Trevor from Lebanon.   He was one of five kittens neighbors got free in front of stores, where clueless owners handed them off to strangers.   Those five cats were quickly ignored then out on their own where one was killed on the street while the other four struggled and most finally took up eating at a neighbors house.   One by one, she caught them and we got them fixed.  But Trevor vanished, ended up in a nearby trailer park, then got closed into an old trailer on another property by accident for three weeks and is very lucky to be alive.   Trevor finally got fixed.

Curious George got fixed, the 19th cat fixed from the Shedd colony.  There is at least one more.

Curious George
Then of the nine cats a Lacomb property manager brought me (5 adults and six kittens, although two of the kittens were  born in the garage the same day he brought the black female, making it 11 cats), two of them were fixed Monday.

So far the promised donation from the property manager and owner has not arrived.   Promises promises, I think to myself.   Sometimes I am meaner in my mind about it.  Words mean nothing.  Actions are what count.  I'm holding out hope the words will translate to action and it wasn't all just bullshit.

Mayhem, the big huge black male, was fixed along with the teenage bobtailed black boy Magic.  One person can sure cause a lot of expense and suffering by not fixing their cats.  The teens are likely the black mom's litter from last fall.

They left them all when evicted.  At least that's the story I got from the alleged property manager but I'm just taking his word for it.  I don't even know the guy is a property manager or telling the truth.   He's a stranger to me.  And you just never know if you're being lied to or its the truth.  

 I knew about this situation because a post on a Lebanon site had gone around a few weeks before.  Some lady was saying she overheard her coworker claim their tenants left a bunch of cats and Safehaven would charge to take them and they'll probably just shoot them.  The post caused consternation, but nobody knew how to get in touch with anyone over it.  But when he called, I quickly figured out it was the same situation and didn't feel I could turn him down, or the cats were going to get killed or even worse, starved to death, which a couple of the teens are pretty close to anyhow by arrival here.  Especially the last one he brought, the little girl

That's Mayhem on the bottom and Magic atop the carrier.
That was the same day, that I took them to be fixed, that a utility shelf holding a cage they were in nearly collapsed atop us all when I was trying to get them out.  It does no good to scream and curse at a cheap crappy metal shelving unit, but I did.  It hurt, to try to hold it up as I secured it, pounding brackets back into place.

Next day wasn't a lot better.  I was going to take the last two teens to Salem to be fixed, but in a rush, one of them got loose on me in the garage.  The garage was still a mess from the utility shelf fiasco and trying to rearrange and get the cages off it.  Took two hours to corner him and get him back in a carrier.  By then it was too late to take him to be fixed.

In the mayhem, I lost my keys.   My spare set lacks a house key.  I inadvertantly left the house key off the chain in the house, when I ran out to feed the farm colony Tuesday evening.  I came home, realized what I'd done, and knew I could not get into the house, just into the garage.  I tried to call the woman who has my spare set.  No answer.  I had to do that from a friends place because my phone was locked in the house too, charging.

So I drove over to her house.  No answer at the door.  All their cars were there, lights on, purse in a chair, but no answer to my knock or ringing the doorbell.  The neighbor man comes home.  He doesn't really like me.  Never has.  I ask him for help, ask him if he knows where they are.  He doesn't help, after I explain my problem and ask if he knows where they are, just begins treating me all suspicious like I'm trying to break into their house or something.  It was actually rather horrifying.   So I had to leave, thinking he'd call the cops, to just cause me trouble.   I had told him I'd have to sleep in my car if I couldn't get my spare set of keys from my friend, his neighbor.  He knows me.  Why be such a mean fart?

She later told me she was sick and in the bathroom and that the neighbor man told her I'd been there and was acting all crazy.  That's all you can expect from that neighbor, nothing close to the truth, any way to be mean about me he possibly can.  I don't know why he is that way to me, but he always has been, in the 20 years I've known my friend, his neighbor.

But it hurt me to hear her say what he said, when all I needed was some kindness and a bit of help.

Later on, when trying to get through my cat door, which I've done before, with jury rigged tools, a couple came over from a few blocks away to help.  While I was making my rig, she began digging through the stuff I'd moved around to find the loose cat and found those keys.  What a relief.   I would have survived, could have slept in my car but now I didn't have to.

I wish I had money to help that couple who live a few blocks from me.  Recently their rent got jacked from just over $800 a month to almost $1200 a month.  They've lived there over 20 years and taken such beautiful care of their place and even the yard, when management is supposed to care for the yard.   They are trying hard to get a loan and find a house to buy but house prices in this valley have gone through the roof, same as rents.  It's like their responsible behavior has been kicked in the teeth.   I hope they don't end up on the streets.  Wages in the valley for most jobs don't let a person pay $1200 a month rent plus utilities, car insurance, health insurance, for one phone and food, and survive.

The cats joined their two fixed relatives in the bathroom then and were fixed Thursday at Heartland Humane.  Cost to HCC:  $110 for those two.  I got them tested.  All four are negative.  The first two were tested at the Salem clinic for $25 each.  So vetting costs for the four were $160, which included spay, neuter, flea treatment, worming, microchips for the 2 fixed at Heartland and FIV/Felk tests--still a bargain.  

See I don't know what I'm going to do with them.  The property manager had claimed, when I asked specifically, before he brought them, if they were tame, that they were.  Well, these four are not.  they may have once been, but they aren't tame now.

Only one girl of the four!   They are named Mystic and Mystery.  I'll never keep them straight with all M names.

Mystery, the 3rd boy of the Four Blacks

Mystic, the only girl. 
With that, I called it a week.   I had paperwork and tax records to complete and other tedious and much more mundane chores than trapping more cats to be fixed, although trapping is not exciting, for the most part, and requires endless patience and scheming.

I'd like some sun, some warmth and a vacation.  Ha, dreamer am I. I've got no money for vacationing and no control of the darn missing sun.

Thursday, April 13, 2017

Art for Cats---Animal Rescue and Care Funds' Art Auction

If you ever wanted to hang something on your wall that looks nice (art), how about doing so now?  

Animal Rescue and Care Fund, a great Portland Rescue, who just recently took in more valley cats---the Lacomb gray mom and her four kittens plus the Lacomb black mom and her two just born black kittens, is doing an art auction, to raise needed funds.  Helping them helps me, because they have taken in so many cats from the valley, to find them homes.

Here's the online auction site, where you can bid!

See and bid on the items by clicking here.

This is a paragraph from ARCF's auction fundraiser facebook page:

"Welcome to our 2017 Art from the Heart silent auction! More than 40 artists have donated their handmade works to help raise funds to support our rescue work. We have works of painting, drawing, photography, collage, ceramics and jewelry--something for everyone! You can see all the art and start pre-bidding online at April 3 to April 28. 

The works are on display at Cat Hospital of Portland, 8065 SE 13th Ave, Portland, OR 97202. You are welcome to view the works in person any time the hospital is open, Monday through Saturday 8 am to 6 pm.

On April 29, we'll conclude the bidding with a silent auction and reception from 6:00 pm to 8:00 pm at the Cat Hospital. Bidding will end at 8:00 pm. Please plan to join us and invite all your friends who love art, animals or both."

Tuesday, April 11, 2017

Deer in the Park

When I went up to the county park on Sunday, to spot cats (never saw a one but did see footprints), I did see some deer.

I took some photos when I drove down Peoria Road, which follows, roughly, for awhile, the east bank of the Willamette River, down to Harrisburg.  This was when I returned the cats to the Harrisburg colony.  It was a gray and dismal day and only a day before a plane would crash, in our severe windstorm last Friday, killing all four people on board, along this same road.  The people killed were a mother, father, their 17 year old son and the pilot.  They were flying up from California, to check out the University of Oregon, as the young man was considering it.

Monday, April 10, 2017

Unnatural Disaster

I got some more utility shelves.  I had the grand idea they could hold the cages, where I sometimes hold cats, before and after surgery.

They haven't been set up that long.  I have my biggest cage on the bottom shelf, a medium one in the middle, then up top, a cage that needs taken to the dump, fiberglass and useless, really.  It's just hard to get rid of.

This morning I was running late and needed to get five cats to the whs spay neuter clinic.

Magic, Mystic and Mayhem, all black, all from the same Lacomb property manager who brought the two mothers, and in the end, six kittens between them, have been in the big cage, until they can get fixed.

When trying to get two of them out and into live traps, somehow for some reason, the shelving unit's second shelf collapsed.  I'd had my shoulder propped under it already.  Good thing.  It was not a pleasant experience, to try to hold up that five foot long shelf, with cages on it, while also trying to keep the entire unit from collapsing and reach for a hammer to start pounding the brackets back into the steel shelving post holes that hold the heavy gauge wire shelves up. It was a horror indeed.   A disaster ready to happen if the entire shelving unit came apart and fell.  There was screaming.  There was cursing and in the end, I got it fixed so nothing fell.  Then, late, grabbed the cats and headed to the clinic.

I had lots of cats to choose from, for my five reservations today.  I had accidentally trapped a huge brown tabby medium hair male by my car, when I left a set trap there, while loading up before leaving for the county park yesterday morning.

I was up at 6:00 a.m. yesterday, to go trap, and began to load, and went out to put something else in my car and did a double take, seeing him in the trap.  I have no idea who he is.  He's not fixed and very hungry and also tame.  I think he was in my garage a few days.  I'd discovered, Saturday morning, cat prints down my windshield.  I keep my car in the garage!   I thought one of my cats had gotten loose in the garage and did a head count rather than searching the garage.  All mine were present and accounted for, so I dismissed the thought of a cat in the garage.  Well, a cat was in the garage.  This cat!

Isn't he pretty?   
He's been in the bathroom since his untimely trapping, lounging like he owns it, but also a little shy and he will tremble slightly when I pet him before he relaxes and lets himself get really really into it.   He's going to Heartland today, to be on stray hold, and to get neutered and a home, if nobody claims him.

It is possible he jumped in my car somewhere too then out of my car inside my garage.  I just don't know.  But he's safe now and Heartland will take good care of him.

Also, for two months or so, a Siamese has been in and out of my yard, and often sleeping in a shelter out back.  It's entirely odd to see him "come home" and head straight for the shelter, which is full of cozy straw, very weather and cold proof.  Out he'll come later, to jump onto the stray feeder for a snack. Out front he'll head, too, to play in the catnip, then back to "his" little shelter.

Unfortunately, what isn't odd in these parts, is people leaving their cats behind when they move, leaving them on their own, or, just letting their own cat be cared for by someone else.  It's not something I understand.   It's a culture in this county too, which makes it so hard for me.

   I tried to find out if he was owned last month, but finally last night, fed up with all the new cats showing up in my yard, hungry and often unfixed, and because he was pitiful, in the pouring rain, all wet, I lured him into the garage.  He then got towel dried, and later, blow dried, since he was wet, and hugged and made over.  He's a big boy, not young either, but so sweet!  Heartland is taking him too. He'll be on stray hold, then, if no one claims her, be up for adoption.  I'm so grateful to Heartland for this help with him and the big boy.
Turns out its a boy, and has a microchip.  Address on the chip, however, is nowhere near where I live.  Maybe his owners moved.  Heartland will call them.

Remember the Shedd colony?  I trapped 18 there in a few days, got them all fixed.  But I'd seen one without an ear tip.  Actually, the caretakers tell me, there were two.  But low and behold, one of the unfixed ones, being a cat and curious, wandered into the caretaker's house, when the door was ajar and she was on the porch.  So she closed the door!

He went a little nuts.  He slammed into the sliding glass door, but it was closed.  His face met glass!  Stunned, he turned and ran into her bedroom and hid out under her bed.  She called me.  I went down and pulled him out with a fish net and pushed him into a trap.  Curious George, that's his name now, is being fixed today.

Curious George
So besides Simone and McArthur, the cat from the yard and the cat from the garage, and Curious George from Shedd, and Mayhem, Magic and Mystic from Lacomb, I also had big frightened Oden from Halsey, trapped at a stables, and poor Trevor, from Lebanon, who had been found inadvertantly closed into an old trailer on the very same property where Stinky, the long hair gray tabby tux boy, got closed inside a very over stuffed shop a couple weeks back.   Trevor, however, is even luckier than Stinky to have survived his ordeal.  Another curious cat who thought he had found the perfect nap site nearly ended up dead instead.  But now Trevor is getting neutered instead.
Oden from Halsey being fixed tdoay

Lucky Trevor from Lebanon

So it was Mayhem, Magic, Oden, Trevor and Curious George who went up to be fixed.   And it will be Simone and McArthur going to Heartland today.  Mystic's fix will be tomorrow.

And me?   Well, those shelves won't do.  They have to go, and everything will be rearranged.  But not today.  Today is for resting, transporting cats, and taking Aleve.

Today is for smiling.  This morning, I was screaming and cursing and trying to keep a 7 foot tall set of loaded utility shelves from crashing down onto me and the cats.  The unnatural disaster that didn't happen!