Thursday, November 16, 2017

The Five Fixed Monday

Yup, five cats were fixed last Monday and I'm just now getting around to posting photos.

I realize it is important to create a record like this of the cats.  I was made aware of that today when contacted by someone in a Sweet Home trailer park, where I've gotten so many cats fixed.  The time before last when I went to pick up cats there, I just wanted to sob, seeing some, abandoned, forgotten, even complained about.  Those poor cats, made me so disturbed I could barely function that night.

A cat fight is going on there, over a cat, namely, who owns it.  I never really know.  I dutifully provided the solid records, which are reality, hard, fast, this cat was picked up at this place at the request of this person, with name, address, on this date, fixed at this clinic, returned.  That's reality, free and clear of distortion by human emotion.

 One party, who decidedly doesn't own the cat, should really focus on taking care of the ones they do own, like their orange guy who isn't fixed and they've lost track of him.   Like he no longer exists.   Or counts.  Or struggles.  Makes me so sad.

I found the records of who asked me to get him fixed and paired that date with a photo of him on this blog taken when I took to be fixed and that should be proof enough, in a normal world, of who at least cared enough to get him fixed and vaccinated at that time.   I do try to stay way clear of drama.  And stay focused on helping the cats.  I wish people could somehow see clearly through the harsh realities that make up many lives, the struggles, to be more.  To love the kids and care for them, and the animals who depend on them.

So anyhow, back to the cats fixed Monday.  Four were from Sweet Home, one place, and they were lovely cats, all of them.  Three boys and one girl.  There's a still a boy kitten there who needs fixed.

My photos are not too great this time, but I'll post them anyway.

Alister, an orange tabby boy, was fixed Monday.

Mango, another gorgeous orange tabby boy, also fixed Monday.

Emma, a gray tabby tux girl, was also fixed.  She was not a happy camper.  But her hostility would be the normal reaction to suddenly being whisked from all thing familiar, to the garage of a stranger, then a car ride, to a clinic full of smells of strange cats and dogs.  Hostility and fear are normal reactions.   So I thought she was awesome.  
  Stormy, a gray tabby tux male teen, was also fixed yesterday.  His photo is below.

.The fifth cat fixed Monday was the 7th or 8th cat fixed from a Sodaville colony.  The cats are tame but had been breeding out of control, with many kittens dying.  There is just one left to fix there now, after Raspberry was fixed Monday, a boy kitten.  We'll let him grow a bit first.

Monday, November 13, 2017

Windy Day

We've got a big windstorm blowing right now here where I live.

I heard something of it yesterday but there were not clear cut forecasts then.  That's my excuse for forgetting all about it.

I hope the maple tree holds, is all I can say, or ever say, if we have wind going on.

I tried to get some pellet fuel at the feed store for litter after dropping off five cats to be fixed in Salem this morning early, but the gates were locked. 

I went to the 7-11 then, thinking I'd get a cup of coffee, but the employees sat out front, to tell people they were closed because they have had no power since 2:00 a.m.  I figured then maybe the feed store has none either.

Last week, the old catmobile sold.  Not for much but it is gone and the money went directly to the woman who gave me the loan for the new old car. I still owe her quite a lot.  Makes me nervous.

 The new old car has problems now too.  The electronic door lock for the drivers side sometimes does not let me out of the car, only popping halfway up, not fully unlocking.  Then I have to crawl out the passenger side.  Most of the time it works, half the time it doesn't.

It might be related to a badly installed DVD player in the back seat roof area of the new old car.  It doesn't work and the clip holding the screen part of it up is long broken so the screen sags down.  Sometimes it is lit up and sometimes not, so I assume bad wiring job and it needs gone.

The kittens are doing well rescued from the middle of a rural road, the ones who were so dehydrated and starving and cold.   Four in all.  I finally settled on names.  The only boy, the buff orange tux, I call him Copper.  He was the last one rescued and he owes his life to a Circle K clerk.   Then there's Winnie the gray tabby girl, and the classic torti, Cheetah and the muted torti, Meadow.




I'll get photos up later of the five cats being fixed today. Four are all from the same place in Sweet Home, then there is Raspberry, a Siamese female, and number 8 I think it is, fixed from around one trailer near Sodaville.  One more to get done there and they'll all be fixed.  But at least Raspberry is getting done, leaving only one male kitten unfixed there right now.

So I'm happy about that, no more kittens born to die there, and the fixed remaining cats are looking really good.

In other news, the leaf collectors haven't come yet, during this pickup period, which extends from the 6 to the 17th.  They have to come at some point during the next four days.

My pile was long and high but I swear its half composted out there on the street by now.  And the piles others have put out are blown half around. 

Well, I hope the tree branches stay on the trees and my power doesn't go out.  This storm will be gone by evening.


Thursday, November 09, 2017

Lucy Goes to the Vet

Lucy made the long trip with me to the coast clinic yesterday.

I was also going to pick up Miss Daisy's remains, her ashes.  But they were not ready yet.
Old Lucy, after a bad haircut I gave her last spring.

I did pay off her bill.   And Lucy's.

Lucy had ear issues unrelated to ear mites.   She kept accumulating debris and they smelled but I couldn't tell if that was from her mouth or ears.  Also, I'd hear her teeth click sometimes.

I headed out early after a full nights sleep and got there just five minutes before the clinic opened for surgery patients.

The weather was wildly windy and rainy, as is usual for Oregon in the winter.

After dropping off Lucy, I spent most of the day at one nearby beach or another, parked, just reading a book I keep in the car or watching the wild waves.

I had a piece of pizza from Costco for lunch.   And finally found a cheap remedy to long johns.  I usually have long johns for winter but mine fell apart after 20 years.  They were silk and comfortable.  But I can't afford silk long underwear now or merina wool.  Both products are very good for wet areas as they retain warmth when wet.  At Costco I found 32 Degree brand long joins for $6.99.  They don't look that durable and are neither silk nor wool but don't contain cotton at least.  Cotton is a useless fabric for staying warm in wet climates.  At that price, I decided it didn't hurt to give them a try.

I had already gotten my socks wet and my jeans wet and probably shouldn't be killing time in a store when already cold.   But I didn't feel very guilty spending that little and then the $1.99 for a piece of pizza.  Now I'm on the hunt for some affordable yet efficient rain pants. In the winter when its raining I often wear long johns and rain pants over them. That was until my long johns fell apart and my rain pants vanished. I may have left them somewhere.  It's not a bulky way to go but keeps me warm and dry.

I went back to the south jetty to eat my piece of pizza and read my Harry Bosch novel.  The wild wind was slamming waves into the south jetty in spectacular displays.  Then I spotted the coast guard helicopter going back and forth near the mouth of the Columbia and wondered if they were training in this bad weather or really searching for a distressed boat.

There's a warm security seeing them out there, a pride too.  I want them on the job!  I know they're the best at what they do.

She's got to be from Oregon.  Tie dye.  No coat.  Out there right by the jetty, to take photos of the crashing waves.

Lucy had a split tooth pulled and her ears cleaned out.  She has to be on ear meds, as she may have an infection going on with her ears, and she is now on antibiotics.  Her senior blood work came out normal.  I was relieved.

I drove straight home then, trying to do exercises with my legs and shoulders to keep from being sore the next few days.  I would just tighten a muscle and then release, trying to relax it completely.  The drive home was through extreme down pours in the dark.  The usual stuff for an Oregon winter.

Tuesday, November 07, 2017

The Lost Girls

They were first seen over a week ago, at night, in the middle of the road.  The caller thought maybe eight or ten kittens.   They had to shoo them out of the road, so they would not be hit.

I went out the next morning, the 30th, and found two alive and one dead on the road.  The two I found, Sparrow and Wren, were in bad shape.  Dehydrated, starved and very very cold.  It took days to get their fluid level to normal.  The Harvest Drive boys, who hail from not that far from where the girls were found, helped give them confidence.

Then, improbably, another was found, this one about 3/4 mile from where they were first seen.  She was in horrible shape, same thing, dehydrated and freezing cold.  Also starved nearly to death.  I call her Meadow.

And then another was found, night before last, this time an orange girl.  The Circle K clerk who found her had to keep her warm that night by sleeping with her and tying a scarf into a sling so she could carry her against her body.

I gave her fluids once I got her.  She cried hoarsely, pitifully, like a kitten who had already been through far too much trauma and suffering. 

Sunshine and Meadow last night, in my bathroom.  I put a space heater in there, because they are slow to warm and want it like 80 degrees.

This is Sunshine yesterday.  After getting fluids then eating, all she wanted was to sleep on my lap.

It's hard to show in photographs just how skinny they are.

I think all four will survive.   Sparrow and Wren are now thriving in fact.

Yesterday I took five cats up to be fixed at Willamette Humane's clinic.   I'd gone clear to Sweet Home to pick up two of them, from two different trailer parks.   I had to chase Sidekick all over one trailer.  He'd been an outside feral boy, lured finally inside by this woman and then tamed, mostly tamed.  He finally let me scruff him and back him into a carrier.   But only after I climbed over the woman's disabled mother to get to him.  That was the buff boy Sidekick.
Sidekick was neutered yesterday

From another Sweet Home trailer park, with endless new cats showing up, I took Aqua, a pleasant young girl.
Aqua, fixed yesterday too
From rural Albany, I took Mia, a young girl too.  Her people are moving shortly to Lacomb, and across from them, lots of feral cats fed by some man, they said.  I gave her my card to give him.  At least they could be all fixed.
Mia, a sweet brown tabby tux girl, was spayed yesterday

From Albany, another black male trapped at another trailer park.  Seems endless there too but the area where this guy came from, we think they're all fixed now.  I named him Shady.

Shady, from Albany, a big black male, was fixed.
The mom cat I got fixed there late September actually did have another litter just before I got her fixed.  They spotted them out on their back porch a few days ago.  Immediately they caught them however, a little boy and a little girl.  Both have front leg deformities.  The little gray boy has both front legs deformed and the little girl has one front leg deformed.  They're keeping them both.
This is the little boy.  He can get around with those turned in at the elbow front legs just fine.  This is a genetic defect likely from inbreeding.
Also fixed yesterday was a Brownsville boy who showed up at a home near some stables where a friend is getting the cats fixed.   So she brought him up and Smokey got fixed yesterday.
Smokey from Brownsville was fixed yesterday
After I dropped off the cats at the clinic, I headed north to Wilsonville.  Animal Rescue and Care Fund was ready to take on Blizz and Rabbit, the two Harvest Drive boy kittens.  So long kittens!  Good luck!

They were a little nervous about the change, in the carrier on the way up.

They had enjoyed destroying my bathroom, but....time to move on.

Also yesterday, my barn cat placing friend had room for Jakarta and I did not want to miss out on that opportunity.  I was tired by then, but after picking up the five cats from whs, I headed north again, this time with another former Harvest Drive kitty, teen girl Jakarta, a wild thing and met my friend in Aurora.   Jakarta will make an excellent barn cat.

So long Jakarta!

Wednesday, November 01, 2017


My place is buried!  In leaves.  The maple shed them early.   The maple always does.

These piles are leaves I shook through from the cat yard wire above.  We're about to get some heavy rains.  Cleaning up dry leaves is a whole lot easier than cleaning up wet ones.  Today I spent hours bagging them, then piling them out front on the street.  Our city has limited leaf pickup and picks up only 3 times in the fall but the first pick up is not til second week of November which is a bit ridiculous.  Each of the three pick ups covers about 12 days.  You do not know when they might come during that particular pick up time span.   The first span is November 6 to 17.  At some point during that time, the truck will come pick them up.  I hope it is sooner rather than later.

The fall colors have been beautiful.  Here's a few shots from the county park.

Paws, a.k.a. Goliath, one of the cats I got fixed up there over a year ago.

When I went to the coast with Miss Daisy, her last trip, I saw elk in Hammond, not an uncommon sight there, but still....

The two boy kittens I caught out on Harvest, along with their mom and a half sister who is now a teen, are doing just fine.   Gypsy, the mom, had to be returned, since I never caught her last two kittens. Jakarta is still here too, waiting on a barn home. She's a funny one and sure loves to interact with the cats in and out of the garage, waiting to be fixed.  She's now in the foster cage inside.  My barn cat placing friend is really full so we are waiting.   A friend in Philomath would take her if she hadn't badly hurt her knee, so bad she needed surgery and recovery is two more months.   Darn it, because that would have been a great place for Jakarta.

Blizz and Rabbit, the two boy kittens, are close to tame, at least to me, and likely will head to Animal Rescue and Care Fund very soon.
Blizz on top, Rabbit on bottom.  They're Gypsy's boys.

Meanwhile, I took five cats to be fixed in Salem Monday.  Two were ones a friend in Brownsville rounded up somewhere, two brothers, boy kittens, Calvin and Hobbs.

Calvin, from Brownsville, fixed Monday

Hobbs, Calvin's brother, fixed now too.
Smokey, another boy kitten, was fixed.  He's from Lebanon and the last kitten needing fixed from that situation.
This handsome boy kitty Nuts was also fixed, from a Sweet Home trailer park.

And so was Sweet Pea, from same trailer park.  She'd shown as a stray, but she turned out already fixed, with a very long spay scar.
While they were all up at the clinic, I was called by the Circle K clerk, who lives south of town.  She'd seen eight or ten kittens in the middle of a rural road the night before and she was terribly worried for them and thought they had likely been dumped.

Well I rushed down there, and immediately saw a little muted torti on the edge of the road, just sitting there.  Cold winds were whipping through and I thought "My gawd, that poor thing."  I caught her and another little torti then found a third long hair torti dead farther up the road.  Looked in every culvert because the culverts were the only place they could hide, the fields being short and bare right now.  Everywhere hawks of all sorts cruised above the short grass, that is next summers' crop of grass seed, looking for prey. 
The muted torti is so thin and was so cold and dehydrated I wasn't sure she'd make it.  She was the one sitting at the edge of the road in the cold wind.  It was like she had given up.

This little gal at first was a bit fiesty but she's a sweetie!
The muted torti was so cold I put her down my shirt against my skin to warm her faster down along that country road.

Trying to get a very cold kitten warm

I brought the two home, after the long search looking for any others alive.  They are both severely dehydrated, cold, and skinny.   I am still giving them fluids, but by today, they are much better. Besides getting fluids, I syringe feed them warm KMR and they sleep on heat frisbees.   Had not that clerk seen them, these two would have not made it another night.  At least two were saved.

I had to go pick up the five who were fixed then, leaving the latest two on a heating pad, finally safe and finally warm.  I haven't named them yet.  Got ideas?