Monday, March 20, 2017

The Parade That Never Ends

A parade of cats pass through my garage.

They're unfixed, yowling, scared, the boys are stinky, the girls, at this time of year, in heat or pregnant.

I try to put them at ease.  I offer them catnip and warm food.  What enemy would offer you these things?

I believe they each deserve their moment, a recognition of their life as a being on this planet.  So I photograph them and name them.  I wish them luck as they leave my care.  They will need it.

My own cats here put up with a lot.  The biggest boys' mere presence in the garage for a couple nights can set off pee marking amongst my own fixed boys.  But for the most part, they are used to it.

I don't think this parade will ever end.

We pass laws all around the real issue.  The real issue, the deepest darkest issue, is that cats need to be fixed.  So do dogs, and in this county, for sure pitbulls!  Pass that law, find a way to at least partially enforce it, and most of the others, which really are rarely enforced anyway, could be written off the books.

Nobody has the guts to confront regulating anything to do with reproduction.  Except when it comes to human females.

There's not a lot humans do that makes much sense.

Or is very efficient at solving a problem at hand.  People make money off unsolved problems you see.  Big bucks!

Today nine more cats paraded into and out of my garage, off to be fixed.  They come from three towns.

Four are from Albany.....

This monster, Goliath, is fed in a garage, and went into a trap in the night.

This little girl, Susie, was found in the parking lot of a farm store on a busy highway.

These two girls, Bear above, Rebel below, were born on a street with many many strays.  I was immediately wanting to jump into action to get the rest fixed, but they already are.  A neighbor took them in.  Relief!

Three other kitties are up being fixed from Lebanon, includnig that black tux girl, pregnant also, the sixth pregnant cat caught on that block alone.  I call her Annie.  She has had so many many litters in the past, there will be no more for her.
Kittens there are born with defects, I was warned, terrible ones, from the inbreeding and the cats if they survive, don't survive long.
Annie is done having litter after litter.  In fact, she's done with living under a house on the street and is going to the same place as Stoney, Pints and Maria.
Toulouse here is owned on that street, but free roams and is getting fixed.  Good thing.
Stinky found himself closed into a shop crammed with stuff.  Fortunately, STinky stinks to high heaven so the shop owner knew something was in there and set a trap and caught him.  I happened into Stinky's plight.  I was talking to a friend, when bored, out trapping elsewhere, and she told me a neighbor had a cat in a trap that badly needed fixed.  So Stinky is getting fixed.  But my car needs an odor overhaul after just hauling him to the clinic.
Two cats are from a Sweet Home trailer park.  Two women helped them out.

Kitty is an orange tabby girl.

Toby is a sweet gray tabby tux boy.  Both Kitty and Toby are also getting fixed.

These nine will parade back into my garage, to recuperate, then out again.  I'll clean everything up, the traps, the carriers, the bedding, the floor, to prepare for the next unfixed cat parade.

Saturday, March 18, 2017

Altering the Future

It's hard to help cats.  Few people cat wrangle---round up cats simply to get them fixed.

Rescue is more popular than cat wrangling.  People love to see a happy ending, a sick or hurt or starving cat who was on the street now in someone's arms.   They open their wallets for that and the facebook "likes" are in the thousands.

Few can visualize happy endings, the likes of which I create every single time I get a cat fixed.  The happy endings mean no kittens born to die, born in berry vines or under disgusting moldy trash filled houses to starve or get terrible viruses that rob them of eyes or the ability to breath, sight unseen.  Few can visualize that if males get fixed then they are not as prone to fighting, so they're not breeding more unwanted kittens or getting and spreading terrible diseases like feline leukemia and feline aids.

But I see it.  I can see the future when I see an unfixed cat.  And I immediately want to change the future by altering the now.  Everyone can do this.   But its not an immediate gratification thing.  It takes hard work, long hours, frustrations, dealing with people who have multiple severe issues and may even be violent.

And it takes an eye to seeing the future and how you're changing the future.

Anyone can warp the future by changing today.  By fixing any cat.  This act creates a drastic change in the future, that affects generations of time along multiple pathways.

Take a moment to think about it.  Think about an unfixed female, sitting on a porch.  First think about driving on by.   Then think about the males that will arrive there, when she goes into heat, fighting, perhaps one has FIV, and begins to spread it to other males, who then go elsewhere to fight and spread it further.  think about her litter of kittens born.  Her family will give them away, but they're not fixed first either, and within months, each of those families has a cat who is either out fighting or birthing more litters.  Some end up at rescues, who are getting by this time multiple calls every day from people wanting them to take their unwanted cats or kittens or rescue or trap kittens peeking out of bushes or from under sheds because some of those kittens given away free will be left behind by their people.  If left behind unfixed, they will begin feral colonies.  That original female will have more litters who also will be given away or dumped at shelters or abandoned to turn feral.  What if even three people on every block didn't fix their cat?

Now turn the clock back.  You are driving by that house, and see that female.  You stop, offer to get her fixed.  The people agree to it.  You do it.  You've just changed the future.

Of course it would be even better if the people who owned that female would get her fixed.  In a perfect world, people would do that, be smart enough, unselfish enough.....

Yesterday I drove four of the drug house block cats up to the FCCO to be fixed. I was already tired and hoped to sleep in a parking lot somewhere, but my IBS was acting up and I was in severe ravaging pain.  I'd eaten cheese, and I can't eat cheese unless its aged cheese.  But I weakened and I ate cheese and I paid for it.  So the day was an endurance lesson.  Made rougher when my car suffered a flat tire.  I put on the donut in a parking lot.  A guy offered help after I'd jacked it up and loosened the bolts.   I'm entirely capable of quickly changing a tire, but with my stomach lurching I said "sure".   He finished removed the flattened tire and put on the donut.  I drove to Les Schwab then, and sat there for an hour and a half, watching people come and go, until they could get to fixing the flat.  I was grateful.

A sharp rock caused the flat.  Probably from the drug house street.  It's gravel.
All three black kitties were pregnant at spay.   Even the little tiny one, barely five months old.   All three also need a lot of food, to catch up on nutrition. The older calico who is tame was previously spayed.  Figured that would be the case but had to know for sure.
 She's chirps and talks.  She's now named Chatty Katty.

Today the boys, Buckwheat the young black tux and Doobie the Siamese, went off with Diana, to her home. She graciously offered to take them.   I am ever so grateful.
Buckwheat in the Tub this morning.  The boys (Doobie the Siamese and Buckwheat) are playing wildly.  They have buddied up.

 The three black girls, Maria, Pints and Stoney,  just headed off to their new home in Brownsville, leaving me with just the calico Chatty Katty, whom I hope to get into a rescue.  She's quite the character, talkative and funny but doesn't care much for other cats, even though she's sharing the bathroom with the boys.
Maria, who is more self assured than the very young pair,
Stoney and Pints.

Pints, a little girl


Doodle, the gray tux girl, is now named Juliette, and is with a foster person in Lebanon for Felines First.

I am also very grateful to Animal Rescue and Care Fund, who took five of the drug house cats already.   I am grateful to the FCCO, for fixing the four yesterday, and to Willamette Humane, for fixing six of the cats.  Heartland fixed another one, Ace, now with Animal rescue and Care Fund, and renamed Gilbert.

I'm thankful to Diana of Brownsville for helping trap up there.  There are a lot more cats up there needing caught and fixed.

Of the 12 Lebanon house colony cats, only Chatty Katty, the older calico, is still here waiting for a place to go.  I bet she'll soon have somewhere.  Many people are good.

Thursday, March 16, 2017


Well, I guess I'm nearly done with the Lebanon house colony.  There are a few more, but the granddaughter, who lives in the trailer, with two females, refuses to give them up for spay. Says she wants more kittens.  What do you do with that?  

It's not an easy thing to hear when I've sat out there for hours.  I was up there by 5:30 a.m. this morning for instance.  When I've driven their overload, from all the litters, clear to Salem, clear to Portland, lost sleep, cried, and she unloads that bit of selfishness on me.

I left a note for her grandmother.

A bait plate was all I had to write it on.

Diana and I caught two more black ones last night, but not the pregnant black tux.  She's the one I want to catch, to help her.   Another neighbor down at the end, who feeds three, two of them fixed, the other being a Siamese male and the brother of the one I caught, says the black tux female has had two litters a year, six or seven kittens each litter, for a long long time.
This is the unfixed black tux female.
Not to be confused by a previously fixed with ear tip black tux.

This one:

The two Siamese were owned by a guy across from him, he said, who suddenly died, and the sons turned them out.  He's going to get the boy he feeds fixed, or I'll do it Monday, whatever they decide.
Here's the other Siamese boy

The house the black tux lives under, those people also have an unfixed boy.  I offered to get him fixed too.  I hope they take me up on it.  Even better would be they get him fixed themselves.
The Unfixed Owned Male

This is just one block in Lebanon Oregon, with all these unfixed cats.  This is repeated all over Lebanon and other cities.

So tomorrow, off I go to the FCCO with the calico, who is tame, and three blacks.  I trapped one night before last, then the other two, both small, last night.

Pints, the small black trapped last night.  Very small kitty, a kitten really.

Maria, an adult black female, seems amiable to me.

Stoney, a stoic beautiful striking kitty, who is scared but tries hard not to show it.   I am in love!

I have a place for the three blacks now and the black tux boy, fixed Tuesday, whom I call Buckwheat.  

Doodle, the gray tux young girl, fixed Tuesday, today went to Felines First Rescue.
Doodle left today

The calico can go to their Lebanon fosterer, Chelsea, once Doodle heads north to the WA Square Petsmart, which may happen Tuesday.

Buckwheat will go with the three blacks to Brownsville, once the girls are fixed.  Buckwheate was fixed Tuesday.

That leaves only the little Siamese boy.   I'm waiting to hear from my friend.  She came and met him and may adopt him. I haven't heard yet for sure.  She has to get it by her husband.

That's the story so far.   12 trapped and a sure placement for everybody now because if for any reason Felines First can't take the calico right away, Diana will hold her til they can.

Wednesday, March 15, 2017

Too Many Cats

I've trapped ten now at the Lebanon house.   Five of them are already gone, have moved on, while five more live in limbo in my garage and bathroom.  The Colonel too is still here, but leaving to go back home today.

That will give me some relief at least.

Yesterday, after dropping three more of the Lebanon house colony cats, at whs to be fixed, I took Bambam, a black male, and Mags and Maddie, two delightful tabby girls, all three fixed Monday, plus Ace, a tame little black and white young boy, also fixed Monday and very pregnant Molly, Mags and Maddie's mom, up to Animal Rescue and Care fund in Portland.  Along for the ride went Chloe, whom ARCF had arranged to get into Pixie Project.  She had been left behind in Sweet Home and been fed outside by an animal loving neighbor for a few months.

I'd trapped Molly, the very pregnant female, along with a black pregnant female and the three others fixed yesterday, at the Lebanon house on Monday.

They don't want most of them back.  But where do I find placements for all these cats?   At least five now are out of there and on to a second chance.

I have somewhere for the Siamese mix young boy, one of the five, to go now.   That leaves four still--two of whom are very tame.  I will go over there today again, get releases on the ones they don't want back.  I know they don't want the Siamese boy back, not sure why they dislike him so much but they do.   They don't want the young black tux male back either.   But I'm not sure on the black female, the gray tux little tame girl, or the older calico who is also tame.  It's a lot easier to place the tame ones, that's for sure.

There are more over there including a very pregnant black tux.  I won't be able to find placements for all of them I know.  I'll do the best I can, like the old woman caretaker of the cats said.

Here are the six who left yesterday, including five from the Lebanon house:

Ace left.  He was fixed Monday at Heartland and now with ARCF.

Sisters Maddie and Mags left too.  They were fixed Monday.  Maddie was pregnant and Mags was in heat.

Molly, Mags and Maddie's mom, is very very pregnant.  She left too.   

Molly again

Bambam left too.   He is half wild though and will likely be placed as a barn cat.

This is sweet Chloe, from Sweet Home, now with the Pixie Project and she has a new name---Macaroon.
Here are the three fixed yesterday from the Lebanon House colony.

This is Doobie, the Siamese mix boy.   He, of the three young cats fixed yesterday, had the least body mass.   He's not had it easy.  Poor baby.  He'll be going to Lake Oswego!  His fortunes have changed!

Poor little starving Doobie.  For some reason, they don't like him and really want him gone.

Doodle is a tame young girl kitty, who was in heat, the clinic said.  She was fixed yesterday.  She's one I need to find out if they want back or not.  I don't think they do because they said they only want two back, but I want to be sure.
Buckwheat, a young male, fixed yesterday.  I don't know if he is wild or not.  I haven't the room to find out.   The calico is in the bathroom with Doodle right now and the calico doesn't like Doodle.  She lived with a zillion other cats but absolutely has loved the luxury of living inside and attention, so was loath to share the space with Doodle when I let her out of the trap in the bathroom this morning.   I need help with these cats!
The black pregnant female is in a cage in the garage.    I had no extra spay neuter space to get her done or I would have.  She doesn't seem tame but its hard to tell. The calico seems older and could be already fixed but I don't know.   I held her back too, choosing to get males done yesterday with the three spaces I had, since they are harder to hold unfixed.   Today I'll find out if the Lebanon people will release the calico and gray tux girl.  If not I'll take the gray tux girl back, since she's fixed now.  If so, I'll find her somewhere today to go.  And the calico is placeable also, if they release her.   I know they don't want the two boys, so I'll work on finding the black tux somewhere and get the Siamese boy to his placement.

Cat juggling, I call it.  I usually don't take cats in, but this situation isn't good and the stress relief for that neighborhood and for the old woman and for the cats will be tremendous, to get them all fixed and as many placed as possible.

I'll do my best.

Monday, March 13, 2017

Not Sure How to Handle It

I'm involved in a referred situation and I am not sure how to handle it.

The first tip off was lack of communication about the cats the people at the Lebanon house wanted fixed.   It was bizarre.

I finally got to it, went up Sunday, trapped four, even though I had just 3 open reservations.  I already had the HUGE Colonel, from another Lebanon location, in my garage ready to be fixed.

The Colonel, being fixed today at whs.
With just three open spots reservations, beyond the one for The Colonel, and four cats in traps from the Lebanon situation, I texted Heartland to see if they had surgery openings.  In the meantime, Diana said she had a big male, taken by someone with a farm and stables, who lives in Brownsville, I think, from animal control in Eugene.  Otherwise, Coal, the big black male in the trap, was going to be euthanized.  Coal has a severe neck wound.   Today Coal is being fixed at Heartland and tested positive for FIV.  Diana decided not to have him euthanized and instead will try to find him somewhere to go that will accept him, despite his FIV positive status.

Coal is FIV positive and being fixed today at Heartland.

Coal's neck wound
I tried to get information on the cats I'd trapped at the Lebanon situation, but I got nothing clear and was quite unclear even who I would talk to or text with, on the phone, with the only number provided, and the people in and out of that house made me realize it was likely a meth head haven.   Last night I never saw the colony caretaker, an old woman, who also owns the property.    Without clear information, on what cats are being fed, if any could possibly be neighbors cats, I felt very uncomfortable, was like trying to see in dense fog.

They want most of them gone.   Yeah, like that's an easy thing.

But, thankfully, Animal Rescue and Care Fund stepped in and said they would take the tame black and white boy, Ace I dubbed him, and the ferals.  First it was just the two tabbies I'd trapped, but they wanted the black male back.  I finally talked to the old woman today, who signed a release of ownership on all four, said "do your best", said she would like to only have two cats, and that nobody else really has a say since they don't own the property.  I said "Well you are in charge" and she sighed, and shrugged and looked sad and said she isn't in charge at all, that she's been "taken over" and can't evict "all these people" who have taken over her house, without paying for an eviction notice and she doesn't have the money and then she said that probably wouldn't get them out.  I felt bad for her, helpless, didn't know what to do.

But she gave the green light to take any cat to be fixed I catch there and that if I can find all but two a home and she doesn't care which two return, that would be wonderful.  I probably can't find them all homes, but its nice to actually talk to the person with the authority to say.

Ace, being fixed at Heartland today

Bambam, assuming a male, up at whs being fixed

Maddie, a tabby girl, also at whs being fixed.

Mags, also being fixed, and relinquished, and tomorrow, she, Maddie and Ace, at least, will travel north to ARCF along with a girl from Sweet Home.

It plagues my mind to think of that old woman, unable to captain her own life, over run, not talking over run by cats, talking about addicts, and she's tried to get help, sounds like, from the county over it.  I didn't know what to say.

Friday, March 10, 2017

Four More Fixed Yesterday

I've been sleeping a lot, exhausted from efforts earlier in the week with the Shedd colony.  I'm energetic and tireless until a big project is done with, then I have to sleep it off, can take a week to recover.

I did round up three other cats to be fixed yesterday at Heartland.   Two came from the Albany woman.  Originally it was four from there along with some Lebanon cats I was going to get fixed Monday.  But both fell through, with the Lebanon folks pretty much non communicative and the Albany woman forgot and was gone.   that's how I ended up in Shedd instead.   It was a good thing.

Yesterday two of the Albany woman's cats were fixed, a boy and girl, who lives outside and they don't know where she came from.  She was pregnant.  While the Albany woman was sad to hear she was pregnant at spay, she conceded the kittens would have been born in the berry vines or under a house, turned feral to only breed more.   She's quite shy, and only lets one person there touch her.
Lisa Marie, fixed yesterday
Michael Jackson was also fixed yesterday

Another female who lives in a shop in Lebanon, just showed up there, was fixed too. She had possibly a miscarraige in the shop.  The folks found a quarter size jelly fish looking bubble with blood on it where she was sitting.  So my friend Diana, who knows them, picked her up and yesterday she was spayed.  Delilah will return once she recovers with Diana a few days.
And the fourth cat fixed was the 18th cat from the Shedd colony to be fixed this week.  I called him Berry, and yes, a boy, making the colony evenly divided.  Nine girls and nine boys.  Berry is the sweetest little boy on earth, I think.  I just want to hug him.  Today however he goes home to his family.

Berry looks a lot like all the other cats from the Shedd colony.  He's so darn sweet, however, I just love him. 
I fell asleep after picking up the cats yesterday.   And then woke suddenly with a text from Diana, who was almost here to pick up Delilah.  Then, still in a daze of tired, I couldn't find my keys, so I could return Lisa Marie and Michael Jackson, so Diana took the cats and me to the Albany woman's home, to return them.  I found the keys minutes after returning.

With Berry going home today, the Shedd colony chapter will close.  I'm glad to have helped get all those cats fixed quickly.

Thank you also to the FCCO and to Willamette Humane's feral fix program and to Heartland Humane.

Tuesday, March 07, 2017

18 the Magic Number?

Today, seven more of the Shedd colony cats took a road trip with me to Portland to be fixed.   I was happy they could do it at a moment's notice.  I'd only emailed the FCCO the night before to ask.  They said to bring 4 to 6.  By then I had seven more.  I was going to hand over cat number 7 this morning, at check in, with a box of donuts.  Yes, a bribe.  Fortunately, I did not have to beg to add on the extra cat.   I later bought a donut and ate it myself.

By this morning, another was caught in my very last trap I'd left set down there.  That makes 18 in all.

While in Portland, I texted a friend, asked her to go set her traps there.  She did.  So far no more, but this is the last best chance to catch any stragglers.   By 8:30 tonight, if nothing else is caught or seen, I'll take back the four boys and a couple of the girls fixed yesterday.   They're anxious to get out of the traps.

The rest will go home tomorrow, except the last cat caught, number 18, who will stay with me, in the Catbnb vacation suite, til he or she can be fixed Thursday.

GrandpaStud is an Awesome kitty.  He was fixed yesterday.   Now he's back in his home turf and we should all worry about that.  Kidding!
I was trying to decide if I liked yesterday's glorious Oregon weather better than todays.  It's so hard to choose.  You decide!

Here's yesterday....


And today?  Today it poured.   The traffic was horrendous driving up to the FCCO and the day was gray, wet and ugly.  I sat in a parking lot, and watched droplets form on the window and guessed when the drop would run down the window.   Now that's exciting stuff!

  So, Monday, the blizzard, or Tuesday, the driving dismal soggy rain?  Which day did I like better?  I still can't decide.

We Grow Lots of Moss Here in Oregon.  Plus various other fungi.
Well, here are the 7 cats fixed today from the Shedd colony.  Ten others were fixed yesterday and hopefully the last cat, number 18, will be fixed Thursday.  Not bad, eh, for day three of this project.  Seems so long ago, I began trapping there.  I returned the four boys fixed yesterday plus the girl who wasn't pregnant (only one of the six wasn't), this evening.

This brown tabby was a girl.  She is outraged over this entire experience.  Horrified in fact that such a thing is even allowed.  Let's call her Protest.  Protest, I will file your complaints in the appropriate inbox and we'll get back to you, maybe in a few months.  If we feel like it.  

So was this darling little thing.  Henceforth she will be known as Dove.

The fiestiest cat of the 18, a tiny little gray tabby girl.  Spunk defined!  In fact, I'll call her Spunky!

The caretakers call this little boy, probably Spunky's brother, Cowboy.  He was fixed today too.

Cowboy again

This young male is regal looking.  So that will be his name--Regal.   He's polite and sweet, unlike Spunky.

Then there's this bobtail tabby tux boy, fixed today too.  Let's call him Bobs.

And look who we have here.  If it isn't Mr. Hormone himself.  Course those hormones will be fading away in the next couple months.  But until they do, the name stays put.